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The Helium Frightful

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The Helium Frightful

Lucky

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And so it was as she predicted; the aerial behemoth turned around and made its descent. It gathered speed, targeting those that seemingly began to collect where the masked being with the drippy box stood. And once more she felt it. The invading mind 'waves' of a Programmer. The bandaged hand went to her temple as if clutching at her head could somehow physically aid the defenses of her mind—suddenly the wall behind her collapsed, sending the beam she stood upon bolt upright. The result was the swift and singular ammo-launching motion of a catapult; Lucky by default was its ammo.

The cat-girl shrieked out loudly. Reason in part was the utter shock of being tossed like a stone from a giant’s hand, but the main reason was that Dotsies was no longer in her grasp.

“Dotsies!! The hell ya playin’ at girlie?! Why ya jump away from me?!” Big baby blues grew even bigger as she saw her bestest bud, all claws extracted in full glory, leaping towards the giant spined behemoth. "Are ye mad?! Ya can’ts take on the livin’ vessel on yer lonesome, girlie!!"

The behemoth somehow seemed to notice the white fluffy thing, regally posed for all eternity, toppling head over heels towards it. Truly it was non-plussed, but a moments lapse was just enough to distract it from completely annihilating Stone and Cradle.

Towards a ruined spire was Lucky headed, and she managed to contort her body round till she found the right position to catch a loose railing and save her life. Big eyes narrowed in great concentration, yet darted this way and that to figure out the route to descend safely to the ground and find her bestest bud. A curt nod she gave to herself; she had found the path.

Both arms stretched out but only one caught the railing. Had she caught the railing with both hands, she would have managed to swing her trajectory to another buildings errant metal beam. Instead she only managed to start her body flipping head over heels, wildly out of control and towards another building that was missing two of its four walls. Earning her namesake, Lucky the cat-girl flew through an open window and got caught up in old, tattered yet thick drapes, bounced off the floor once, twice and then over the edge she flew. Literally. She fought to untangle herself from the drapes and ended up fluffing out a parachute-type of contraption. She floated for a while then of course, the tearing sound invaded her ears, signifying her doom to fall once more. She shrieked as she plummeted to her death.

But once more, the drapes saved her life. A horizontal metal sign post caught the fabric and effectively slowed her descent. So effective that she actually was yanked back up as the post did not break but bent as a fishermans rod would as a fish would struggle against the hook then escape, sending the rod bowing in the opposite direction. Boing!! A final flail. A twisting of the body in mid-air. A four-point landing. Judges would score an average of 9.8 out of 10 for such a performance. Lucky merely stood and brushed off a shoulder.

“Meh. But meant to do that, did this lass..” a cocky sideways jerk of the head she gave then she blew two sets of kisses to the phantoms and ghosts in the audience before her.

But with all seriousness upon her face now, she knelt down, extracted her claws and shred a section of the drapery for her collection. Never did she ever leave behind a keepsake of her ‘moments of acrobatic prowess.’ Suddenly she perked up and slowly rose to a standing position. Vertical pupils in blue eyes dilated. The waves seeking to drown her thoughts had ended… and the music had returned! Of course! It was what the stranger needed for them to ‘put back.’

“…for music soothes the soul of even the most savage of beasts…! Oh! And speakin’ o’ beasts… where be that ill-begotten white-furred girlie gone to now…? Dots!! DOTSIES!!”

As the cat-girl wandered over to the others gathered near the masked being with the drippy box, a four-legged thing scampered past her, obviously terror stricken and running aimlessly in panic. Normally, Lucky would have drawn her claws, pounced and made a meal of it. Instead she just took a swipe at it. No, it was not a killing blow. Rather, it was to snatch the fuzzy, white, eternally regally posed feline that somehow got caught up in its rigging upon its back. “Oi! You there, girlie! Whatcha’ playin’ for with that… that ‘waddling thing?’ Dots, ya mad, mad beastie! Don’t ya ever dare leap from me again! Ya don’t mess 'round with those behemoths nor d'ya play with stranger waddling beasties, ya hear’s this here lass?! Don’t never do that again!”

A final wag of a finger, then suddenly her expression softened she thrust Dotsie to her cheek and embraced her tight. “Aye, girlie, aye... I be done with me upsets. Awwwww… I missed ya too, girlie… oh and aye and again aye. Let’s go to the others then and check up on the Big Fella…”

Lucky would have missed the initial intro and the doughnut offer but she still sauntered into their midst regardless, black tail swishing casually from neath her cloak. Should the Witnessed Day be in the gathering, Lucky would saunter over to him and stand by his side. One arm would be properly bandaged and Dotsies would be strapped to her hip. The H.O.B.O. device would be in her non-bandaged hand in full display. For some reason she thought that this would signify that she meant no harm and she also thought this was how she would show her ticket to board the living vessel.

“Ahoy there and well met then, ya fine folks here,” a small smile and a polite nod she cast them, “If I am to introduce meself then I must means ya no harms atall then. Aye, so introduce meself, I will, fine folks. I be to meet with an esteemed and established owner of a proud vessel. And it be for prime employment aboard the livin’ sky vessel of one Mister Cap’n Gilby. And I am to be called ‘Lucky’ if it pleases ya...”

The Helium Frightful

Heya. I should have a post up tomorrow :]

LANTERN (redux)

Heya, boss!! Kay. Here is my app. Let me know what needs to be adjusted for acceptance. Thanks ;DD

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Izzy, the Lost at Sea.

Isabellia Courtana Faunarios

Just call her Izzy. Those who knew her once; they revered her as Flame.

COLOUR ~7ea7d8

HOW ARE THEY BEST RECOGNIZED IN A CROWD?
That fiery red hair, those smoldering steely-blue eyes, that teasing smile, the adorning 'baby unicorn horn,' that cleavage, that eye patch that may be worn sometimes and not always covering the same eye as when she last wore that eye patch.

WHAT IS A STRANGER'S FIRST IMPRESSION UPON MEETING THEM? HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER SEE THEMSELVES?
Reserved and watchful. A downward chin, eyes distant, yet always seeming to exude great poise and posture. A lonesome beauty lost in a brooding aura.

But they will see flashes of her true self: Forward, flirty and flowing. Izzy inititates contact once she meets someone, whether a handshake, eye contact or by simply comments; she does not always acknowledge another's personal boundaries. And do expect coy looks, sly winks, little giggles, pursed lips or chewed lower ones, even casual touches of your hand or shoulder. The redhead not only has the gift of gab but she seems to move a speak as if a song is coursing though her movements and actions.

Isabellia sees herself as a driven woman with lofty aims to find the ends to the Plague. But once upon a time she saw herself as captivating, desirable and quite the prize. She still knows the value of attracting bees with honey but the tactic will change to always get what she wants. But she feels herself quite the fraud most of the time and will sometimes break down after slapping herself several times. This mostly happens when she has to indulge and play with the male affections when she truly would rather indulge their wives or girlfriends.

WHERE DID THEY GROW UP? WHERE DO THEY FEEL AT HOME?
Coastal regions most of time, on a ship the rest of the time, yet Daemon Squall Pirate full time. The port that she and her clan dropped anchor the most was in a small fisher's town called Mo'tawabni. They loved her people there as did her people love the quaint little town. Also this little island was quite the hidden gem. This was the source of the 'spice' that the Daemon Squall Pirates dealt.

Izzy of course feels most at ease in the lush flora of an easy-breezy island setting where she can truly be comfortable and be who she really is. And of course she feels most rewarded once on the open seas, feeling that fulfillment of being given an important leadership role on her family's vessel, The Enchanting.

WHO are WERE THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN THEIR LIVES?
These are the ones that if asked, she would give her life for. No questions asked.
~Mother, Nikadia and Father, Borimos. Love, honour and respect. Great pirates. Even greater leaders.

~Brother, Callidae. Rivalry and competition. What an asshat but he was always there when she needed.

~Sisters, Iridanya and Iralassi. Little things to boss around and adorable twin minions. They grew bigger than her now but still she has them under her thumb. ‘Dorbs…!

~Of course, she is closest to her Father's Sister, Velissima. Her aunt was instrumental in guiding her to be a smart, proud and strong woman on deck and off. Without Velissima, Izzy no doubt, would never have garnished much respect on any vessel.

~Her best friend is was her cousin Kavanika. The trouble they got into when they were younger. The legendary and epic status fights they got into. The unbreakable bond between the two. Inseparable. No matter the hardships or problems between them, they would always find a common ground to reconcile. Besties, nyarr!!

WHAT IS THEIR PROFESSION, SKILL OR LIFESTYLE?
~Acting Captain of The Enchanting.
~She is the unequalled Flame No one strays from the fire. Ever.
~Yo ho. A pirate’s life for me.

WHAT DO THEY THINK THEIR STRENGTHS ARE? WHAT ARE THEIR ACTUAL STRENGTHS?
She was born to command the spot light. She was raised to get what she wants. She learned the value of strength in numbers, an even greater lesson in loyalty, yet what stuck with her most of all; blood is thicker than water. Captain’s are called Flames in this family and they grow fire. A great physique with even greater charisma. A gift of gab and a tight left jab. Expert Sea-person. Expert ship commander. Expert Pirate.

Actual strength she does not realize? She is the most powerful when she inspires with words. She thinks people love her because of her looks and mannerisms; she acts like an Expert Pirate. No, it Is because she commands a confident presence and it bleeds into her followers. ‘I am the unequalled Flame. No one strays from the Fire. Ever.’ Those that follow her believe this; even more than that they want to believe this.

Izzy also has razor sharp awareness. She does not realize how keen her senses are and those little things she picks up on subconsciously actually enhance her manipulations of others. The lass also seems to have a kind of ‘danger sense’ and that gives her tremendous reaction time and reflexes. If she could focus on this strength and not passively let it run its course, she could actually raise her game from a competent combatant to that of a deadly striker.

WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS, FLAWS AND SECRETS?
Her greatest fear has already been realized; all those she loved have died and there was not a single damned thing she could do about it. How do you go on when you see the ones you love slowly succumb to the Sea-Devil herself in their bodies and minds. They were chained up till their death. They did not know her anymore. They wanted her dead… and in the end she felt the same about them. Her beloved family she had known and loved since birth; she wanted them to die. How do you go on?

But such a fate can only traumatize. Izzy fears to ever get close enough to anyone to love them again… and then only to lose them. She fears ever being only a witness to atrocity and being helpless to do a single thing to help. But what she fears the most is that she will stop caring about anything at all. But oh, that apathy does it ever creep into her life now.

The swagger she once held, she has lost, and in its place is a much more cold and demanding thing. Yes, she has quick reaction speed, but that reaction is now much more wild… violent even. Less thought and consideration is placed in her actions and interactions. But her greatest of flaws now is that to get things done now, she feels she must do things on her own. Yet even greater than that, the flaw she does not realize— perhaps she does— is that she was very, very, very dependant on her family to make her feel safe, comfortable and worth the very breath she speaks.

And if it was not apparent, one big secret is that she is still in the closet about her sexual orientation. Another secret is that Izzy would rather opt for a mercy kill; she would incinerate the plague victims rather than save them as of now.

WHAT DO THEY WANT MOST? WHAT DO THEY ACTUALLY NEED?
Vengeance. Reciprocation. Due Justice. What ever it is called… it is the source of this plague that needs to be stopped and a cure must be found at all costs.

But what she really needs is love. Isabellia needs to love again. She needs the love of another— no, most likely she needs the love of others. But most of all, she needs to shed this newborn shell of misery and love herself again.

IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD HAVE ANY SUPERNATURAL ABILITY, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Once upon a time, when people she loved called her Zebell, the girl wondered what it would be like to swim and breath like a fish and be able to speak with all other life forms in the sea. Actually, that’s not completely true. It never was but merely once a girl wondered about such things… it has always been her fancy till this day.

HOW HAS THE PLAGUE AFFECTED THEM? WHY ARE THEY ABOARD THE LEGEND'S FORGERY?
There is never a day that will go by that she will not be affected by this atrocity. Please see above about how damaged she has become; she no longer believes that she is the Flame.

When you are the last alive on your family’s vessel... When you are the only witness to such unimaginable depths of despair, misery and shame… Isabellia Courtana Faunarios, the Flame and final captain of pirate vessel, The Enchanting, tossed herself into the seas to find a final peace. She was rescued and revived by the stalwart and worthy of the Legend’s Forgery.

HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE THIS CHARACTER CHANGE AND DEVELOP?
Izzy is now a shell of her former vivacious and charismatic self. The path from what she is now and back to what she was previously is my goal. This however is bare minimum. For true redemption, she must command a loyal legion of sailors once more. This is not a pirate’s retread to glory. No, this is Isabellia’s journey to re-ignite the Flame and set the world on fire.

PITCH A SMALL SUBPLOT THAT WOULD BE PERSONALLY MEANINGFUL TO YOUR CHARACTER
Where is O’maunaa? This was the girl of similar age that she spent much time with at the fisher town of Mo'tawabni. What would happen if this girl became queen of her people and took over neighbouring isles? What would happen if they saw each other again. The roles of the ‘little savage’ and the ‘entitled princess’ reversed now. What if O’mauanaa still loved Izzy...? What if this was a spark to ignite the fire of the redhead Flame once more?

Oh, but what if...?

LANTERN (redux)

Heya!!

Kay so I'mma finish off my app after work today and hopefully have her submitted before tomorrow ;DD

LANTERN (redux)

@Mokley thanks for answers, boss ;DD

Looking forward to being a regular ol' pirate gal!

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Despite my return and although I thought that I was going to be able to continue, something actually just came up which is going to prevent me from RPing at the moment. I am sorry to inform you folks that I can no longer participate.

@YungTweak

Heya! Take care out there and hope things turn in your favour :]

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Girlie1Bomba No edits are necessary unless you want them.

@Ronin Lotus

I will edit in that they will not be dressed in the typical Defender gear/outfit and so have them dressed up in a less conspicuous attire.

LANTERN (redux)

@Mokley heya boss! Looks awesome!

But k so like questions then:

-We are to be humans with regular human abilities i.e. no magic/superpowers?
-What is the upper most equivalent technology 'era' available?
-Are we shipwrecked survivors on the island with only the clothes on our backs to begin with?
-And most importantly: Can we be of peak human strength, agility, endurance, reaction time, genius level intellect, trained in almost all forms of martial arts (including ninja 9000+ steath), full acrobatics level gymnast, so rich that we can manufacture almost any gadget that will be advantageous and provide utter victory given enough time to prepare for the situation, and called upon by a symbol in the sky? ;PP But seriously, how close to BatSue can we make our Charas?

Thanks!! :]

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

In the event that people spot the Defenders, I suppose they'll either disregard them in the craziness of events or ask questions as to why this particular, unfamiliar group is present. They're not your typical unit, so it might ignite those rumours of the E-6 being present somewhere nearby. Combine that with the Novus Ordo and any potential rebels, and we'll certainly have some madness on our hands. But we'll cross these paths as and when they come.

@Ronin Lotus

The whole point of "Last Down" is that they were out to collect and secure the Last components to get the E6 airborne again. They were never meant to go into enemy territory. The heli was supposed to pick up their cargo from their remote location. They were just the very best security team to do the job and do it right.

But then the heli got shot down. The components were taken. The situation became desperate. Desperate times call desperate measures. They got the green light to go into the open to get the components. It's a do or die mission and the liaison Xavier knows it so he is freaking out.

I can easily edit my post to have the defenders dressed up as "regular soldiers" if need be. Hell, I can even edit the squad into just a hired gun squad that needs to complete objective or not get paid/what was promised .