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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Fleur La Mallificum

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Location: Port Witch Coven House

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Before she went to her own room, she turned back to Malekith, "Oh, and do try not to harm the little ones, Mal. They are still very much useful." Fleur knew having Malekith handle the children was probably a silly decision, but she wanted to show that she was still in charge. She left to have Nera and Mal deal with their respective tasks as she made her way into her bedroom.

She needed to look the part. She had no fancy dresses to speak of, though. What use would she need of them anyway? Instead, she looked into the mirror she kept in her room and waved her hands as a dark mist cascaded over her. Her current outfit began to elongate and wrap around her. Soon, the fabric changed, the color muted, and she was left with a dress much more fitting for a formal event.

She put on her best sandals and fixed her hair in an up-do. Satisfied with her work, she made her way downstairs to meet with the others.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Josephine Clark

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Location: The Museum
Skills: N/A

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Josephine was a bit excited to see Akhmed blush. It was cute, in a way. The woman seemed to enjoy it as well. She introduced herself and paid her an unusual compliment. She wasn't used to having women compliment her beauty. And the fact the woman seemed to emulate a man in her mannerisms, was she a lady who enjoyed the company of other ladies? It wasn't totally unheard of, though it was seen as negative.

However, Josephine liked to think of herself as more than the modern day woman. If she wanted to be with women, that was her prerogative. Hell, if anything, it meant more men for her to have and that was always a good thing. "Josephine Clark, a pleasure, I am sure." She introduced herself back before stepping into the cab and awaiting their destination.

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

Millicent

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NAME
Millicent "You Don't Need To Know My Last Name"
AGE
25
GENDER
Female
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
Cattlegrove: A town on the Eastern part of Texas. Now a ruin of what had been.
FACTION
N/A

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When you first see Millicent, you see a slim, blonde haired woman with a permanent frown. You may think to yourself "What's a beautiful lady like her got to be sad about?" Well we are living in a post-apocolyptic wasteland, so there's quite a lot to be sad about, idiot! You then may think it would be in your best interest to talk to her and try to get her to smile. You would be wrong and you would probably be dead before you even got near.

Millicent stands at 5'7'' and has long, shoulder length blonde hair. Her eyes are dark blue and her skin is pale with some rosiness in her cheeks along with a scar along her right side underneath her ear. Do not ask her about that! Millicent may not look like much in a physical fight (and to be fair, she isn't all that great), but she can roll with the punches. She wears light armored clothing, most notably an army-type jacket and pants and black boots.

It doesn't mean Millicent never smiles. She laughs when her enemies do something stupid. She enjoys sweet foods (though she'll never admit it). She even likes children. Usually when they are someone else's, but she likes them all the same. You just have to find her in the right mood. Which is not often.

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TYPE INTP
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
Millicent does not talk to other people unless it benefits her in some way. Be it for a job, for money, or for other activities. She does not come off as unapproachable, but she definitely does not exhude a "come talk to me" vibe. She meets problems with a healthy mix of sarcasm and thinking. She prefers to view an issue from afar before tackling it. However, she trusts her insticts to lead her. She takes pleasure in knowing what is going on without having to be face-to-face with it.

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TRAIT
Sex Appeal: Those of your affection know you’re sexy and attractive. You have a great Charisma bonus with them. Those that aren’t in your affectionate radar don’t much care for your pursuits. It’s rude.
SKILLS
Combat Skill
Small Guns: The use, care and general knowledge of small firearms. Pistols, SMGs and rifles
Active Skill(s)
Sneak: Quiet movement, and the ability to remain unnoticed. If successful, you will be much harder to locate. You cannot run and sneak at the same time.
PERK
N/A

STRENGTHS

• If Looks Could Kill: Millicent knows she is attractive in the eyes of others. It's pretty easy to use that to her advantage. Never trust a pretty face.
• Trained Eye: Due to her experiences, Millicent is good at percieving things from long distances, especially if it is through a scope.
• Bashing The Blonde Stereotype: Millicent is hiding a calculating mind underneath her gold lockes. Thinking before acting is the way to go.

WEAKNESSES

• Trouble Carrying: Millicent is not strong. She carries only what is essential for her survival and not much more than that.
• Claustrophobic: Millicent has a fear of being trapped in an enclosed space. She starts to panic when placed in such situations.
• As A Mule Millicent has her beliefs and stands by them. No amount of pestering and logical arguments will get her to change her mind.

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WEAPONS
Bombshell Sniper Rifle: Millicent's trusty sniper rifle. Has a scope attached, modified to be able to see at night. Comes with a sling to carry it around.
Magnum Revolver: A magnum revolver that Millicent found in her travels. She only uses it if she absolutely has to.
ARMOR
Glorified Army Fatigues: Basically it's an army jacket that provides some protection from bullets and the environment. Worn over black leather top. Green cargo pants and knee-high black boots to complete the ensemble.
CHEMICALS

• 2 Stimpacks
• 1 Radaway
• 2 Water
• 1 Rum & Nuka

MISCELLANEOUS
Daddy's Badge: A worn out Sherrif's badge worn by her father when he was the leader of Cattlegrove. Wears it on her chest in remembrance of him.

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The man stumbled as he tried to run away. Blood pouring out of the wound on his left hip. His breathing increased and he could feel himself getting weaker. How the hell did he wind up in this position. He merely asked the woman in the bar for an evening out. And this crazy b**** decided to get involved. All the woman had to do was say no thank you and he would be off finding someone else.

Now he was all but crawling on the ground. He could feel the eyes on him. Then he heard the voice, "The farther you get, the easier it will be for me to hit you." He turned his head to look and he saw her. Hip cocked out, a rifle resting on the ground in front of her. She wore no smile, but her words hinted a bit of frivolity in them. "We can do this easy or hard. Please, make it hard for me. I'm bored." The man continued to scramble, getting up and holding his side as he ran.

Just get out of town. Past the outside wall and he would be ok. He could patch himself up, find a new place, a new bar. Away from this psycho!

His last memory was seeing her face before a bullet ripped his skull open.

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"It's done. He won't be bothering anyone." She threw the man's poster on the counter. "I kept the caps on him, but that's all. Should be able to find his corpse easily. Unless the wildlife got to him. Not my problem." The man tipped his hat back and looked her over. "I gotta tell ya, miss. I didn't expect you to get the job done, but ya did. However, the reward is another matter entirely. See, we wanted him alive."

She shook her head, "There is no indication of that on the poster. It says reward. I got him. I expect that reward now." The man seemed like he might sway, but he stood firm, "I'm sorry miss, but we are a peaceful folk here. Trying our best to get by. We can't just have every marcenary coming in here shooting citizens. Think of how that'll look to the others." She felt ready to strangle the man, "Then you should have said something about how a scum bag like him continued target women. How many missing person's reports do you have again? Over 10 right? This man is responsible, I'll bet by rifle on it."

The man sighed. "Look, I can give you a recommendation for a job that'll pay equal or better, but that's all I can do. My hands are tied. Unless you found the women in his basement, there's no evidence of it. Sorry." The words seemed final and she rounded around and walked back outside.

She wanted to drink. To smoke. To do something to forget what occurred. Instead, she was now basically capless save for the 6 caps she found on the worthless guy's corpse.

Millicent would have to find another job here in Alexandria. And soon.

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@Sofaking Fancy Here is my sheet. I'll be working on my biography and my secret, but I wanted the nitty gritty out of the way.

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

@Sofaking Fancy Also sorry to keep bothering you! When it comes to weapons, do you want the actual name of the weapon (i.e. 10 MM pistol) or can we make up names for guns so long as they follow a similar design? I ask because I want to use a sniper rifle, but the only one I can find in the Fallout wiki is literally named Sniper Rifle and I an unaware of other types that can be used.

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

@Sofaking Fancy Yeah, I pictured her being from somewhere, losing that home, and then being forced to wander and find ways to survive on their own. That sort of thing. It will play into her biography and maybe her secret :)

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

@Sofaking Fancy Hey, so I am working on my sheet and I have a question. I am considering places for my character's hometown. Do they need to be from one of the territories or could they have come from outside? I pictured my character as a wandering "take up work when you got it" type. If not, no big deal.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Allison Andrews

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Location: X-Mansion
{"What the...frick!?"}

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Allison merely listened as the others talked. She was still taken aback by the fact there was a future version of Pietro. She wanted one of her own! How cool would it be to see an older version of herself? She could just picture her. More mature. Obviously better looking. Great fashion sense. Longer hair (she wanted to grow it out), maybe...

And then the shaking happened. Earthquakes weren't rare, but they were not common. However, it seemed that whatever reason they had a future Pietro there for was happening now. Allison followed to the window and saw the giant robots. Mutant hunters. As if this couldn't get worse.

Guin began commanding and Allison nodded in understanding. She wasn't much of a fighter, but if she could be of help, it would be in getting the others to the ship. She grabbed Lance's hand and began leading him upstairs, "There's some kids upstairs, let's get them first!"

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Sara Grey

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Location: X-Mansion
{"Every part of me is sore..."}

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Sara wasn't sure of the dynamics, but she mentally patted herself on the back for figuring things out quickly. And just in time too as the attack was now. She didn't like being called Blondie (surely Valley Girl Barbie over there was blonder than her), but she hadn't been introduced to the others much.

She wanted to fight back. This was training to the max! But it was probably smarter to run back for now. Sentinels were no laughing matter. They were dangerous. And deadly.

She looked around for Charlie, locking eyes with him. "Shall we?" She ran away from the window towards where she assumed some of the other kids were, down the hallway. If the worst happened, she would have to copy a power as Wolverine's power was gone. She was still sore, but it was surprising how adrenaline made you forget such things.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Mei Qiáo

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Location: Newhope - Lady Luck
Skills: N/A

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Cards seemed to have ended as the stuttering boy Fitz cleaned house. She hadn't expected that turnabout, but it was entertaining none the less. The blonde woman Jackie and the Barber walked off to the dance floor, the tension between the two was very obvious. She leaned back in the chair, still eyeing where Anisa went.

The conversation turned to more dancing and...sins? The man was a preacher, it seemed, but unlike any she had seen before. She had no time for religious talk though. As much as she was worried, it may be in her best interest to step away from the table. If only to pass time and get a greater perspective. So when the other doctor offered, she surprised herself, and maybe the others, by answering.

"I'll dance with you."

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Jacqueline Croix

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Location: Newhope - Lady Luck
Skills: Perception

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"You know, you are cute when your lips aren't movin'"

Jackie had to give it to Barber Boy, he could take it as well as dish it out. She was almost having fun. Almost. As he led her away to the dance floor, placing his hands on her and moving about just as the music. Twisting and turning as the contemporary country song came on. She was impressed by how graciously he moved them along. It was fairly easy to remain in step with him.

However, that was not the reason she agreed to dance. Well, not the only reason. She wanted to get a greater sense of the man and dancing was a time-honored tradition for men and women to get a better understanding of one another.

So she twirled and spun and dipped like no one's business. The years of conning and attending boring, stuffy parties seemed to pay off. She was actually enjoying herself, though to be fair she had drunk a LOT before agreeing to dance.

"Color me impressed, Barber Boy. You got moves, I'll give you that. Better than other guys I've had the pleasure of dancing with."

Rise of the Evos

Q U I N N P E T E R S O N:

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^{Wednesday, August 15th - 12:30 PM | New York City, New York}

Quinn heard the background noise get quiet and she hoped it was Mrs. Smith was ushering the kids out and not because they heard what she said. The last thing she wanted was to be the one to break it to the children that they won't be seeing their dad anymore. She didn't know Mr. Smith, but given the fact his family was looking for him, he couldn't be all bad.

Unlike her own father.

She shook her head and got back to the task at hand. "The police found his remains. As I said, Mrs. Smith, I can finish up here and meet you if that makes it easier. The questions I have to ask are...personal and I don't know if you'd rather discuss them over the phone or in person. You can stop by here, if that's easier also. Either way, I am just about done here and can be wherever you need me to quickly." Quinn felt a pounding headache coming and she knew it was because of all this going on. She wanted air so she hoped Mrs. Smith would allow her to get some. If even for an hour.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Finley Alestair

Location: Cafe

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Finley wasn't expecting the traffic that came in, but she was an expert. As the orders came in, Finley took a minute to take a deep breath before she got to work. The coffees were easy, it was the added bits like cappuccinos and espresso that were more difficult. However, she was a coffee connoisseur. She easily got the orders to the counter for the other waitress to deliver. She set Olivia's coffee in front of her and finished the other orders at the counter, along with sending food orders to the kitchen to be made. Once done, she was sure she hit a new record.

She walked back to Olivia, "There ya go. On the house." It was the least she could do, given all that occurred between the two. She started cleaning up the various spills she made while completing all the orders as she waited for Declan to stop by. She glanced at the other customers, unsure as to why most of them decided today to stop by, but she wasn't about to deny business in any form. It paid her bills.