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I'm off to bed. If the RP really moves along, you have my okay to GM my character. Just have him fight giants or something if that happens while I'm gone.

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Silent Observer said
Oh, hardly! Jamie is actually pretty cool too, especially if you read the books. He's not the biggest fan favorite, but still likable enough.

Yeah, he got progressively cooler as the show went along, to start he was kind of a dick. Then he decided to help Tyrion escape and is alot more likable.

I guess it's really only Cersai who's just plain unlikable.

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Silent Observer said
Also, I'm digging the avatar. Tyrion is one of the most well-rounded and clever characters I have come across, a definite ASOIAF favorite. :]

:) Thanks, I love GoT, Tyrion is the man, he's really the only likable Lannister.

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Carson was about to pull another cigarette out of his coat pocket when he noticed someone approaching him, it was another recruit, the female vampire the boss had told him about who had for whatever reason hadn't joined the rest of the new recruits on him back in Eureka. She had the boss' approval so it didn't matter much to Carson. He was out vetoed by big Vic. He stood up straight and looked her over as she spoke to him with a flirty smile. She looked no older than 18, but then again, female vampires always were perfect to look at, it was just the fangs and bloodsucking tendencies that were the issue. He didn't think that'd be an problem with this one, she was on their side.

"You're correct, ma'am. Beatrix, I presume? The boss informed me about you, it's nice to finally meet you, heard alot about you." Carson replied with a smile, extending a handshake in greeting. It was always useful to have another vampire around, an added bonus that this one was over 600 years old and quite powerful as well.

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Work_U_Dumb said
I gtg. Be back in like 12 hours. If anything big happens just have me in it. Don't do anything to bad to me.

We'll make sure your character gets eaten by a giant first.

Kidding.

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Silent Observer said
Character Name – Béatrix de Le Croix (Trixy for short)Race - VampireNationality - FrenchGender - FemaleAge – 630, turned at around age 18Appearance – Height – 5’8Weight – 125Clothing – Whatever outfit best fits the next job, fitting in is key – never drawing attention until it is time to snuff out the flame. She wears Kevlar in or underneath her all of her clothing.Weapons – She dual wields glock 22s in combat and almost always has them concealed on her person somewhere, along with a combat knife.Specialty – Infiltration and close combat. Her years of being a hitwoman of sorts alerted the Regiment to her skills in investigation and detainment.Skills – She is stealthy, believably deceptive, has elder level healing, finely tuned mental control abilities, a precise marksman aim, and a killer smile.Flaws – She suffers from bloodlust, vengeful behavior, has a slew of supernatural enemies that she has racked up over the years, a lack of trust in others, and a vendetta against Werewolves.Fears – When you reach a certain age, fears mean less and less… even death doesn’t seem all to unwelcome. One fear, however, remains for Béatrix, the fear of losing a loved one - A fear easily avoided if you choose not to love.Personality – Years of being a self-employed hitwoman have taken a toll on Béatrix, and her senses are those of a hardened killer. In the first years of her vampire life, Béatrix made many rash decisions and could hardly keep her emotions in check. These days, a serene calm can be found in her face, the mask of a true actress. As the Regiment observed, Béatrix has her vampiric urges and emotions under complete control, although she does enjoy giving in to her bloodlust – humans could have their vices, why not the supernatural as well? Although Trixy can come off as flirtatious and friendly, she has built an icy wall around herself. If you don’t get too attached to somebody, it doesn’t mean that much when they are ripped away.Backstory - The end of the 14th century in Europe was a time of revolution and crisis, with the Hundred Years' War between the English and the French for Western France, the Black Death decimating the continent, and famine afflicting the poor. Béatrix de Le Croix was born to a noble French family in the winter of 1367. She lived a life of luxury for a time, as her family was wealthy and powerful. In the year of 1385, Béatrix had reached an age where marriage was the talk of the entire town, let alone the family. Back in these days, women had little choice in the matters of marriage, especially nobles. Béatrix’ parents had suitors lined up at the door for her, but everyone knew it for the ruse it was, her future husband was already chosen for her. The groom-to-be was the ideal political match, and the complete opposite of a love connection. The man was portly, red-faced and smelled of soured milk on a good day. Fortunately for Béatrix (although others at the time may have disagreed with that sentiment) the Black Death had fallen upon her like a war hammer. It was on one of the nights when Béatrix’ sickly coughing had her up late into evening, that a soft rapping came at her window. Recognizing the face of one of the suitors that she had taken quite a fondness for, Béatrix let Francis into her home. Before all else, Francis planted a hungry kiss on her lips. If she hadn’t been so sick, blood would have rushed to her cheeks in waves. That night, Francis studied her sickly condition and made her an offer: he would cure her of this disease and save her life, if she promised to run away with him and leave this life of nobility and fame behind. Being young and in love, Béatrix made the decision any flowered girl would make, she chose a life of freedom with this overwhelmingly handsome man. Francis turned her into a vampire that very night and prepared her for her new life to come. First though, they had to stage her death of course, an easy thing to do when you no longer have a pulse and the Black Death was already upon you. Believing that their only heir had passed away in her youth, Béatrix’ parents never came looking for her.Béatrix and Francis were happy together for quite a while, they traveled the world, new and old, and made love in all of the most beautiful places. Béatrix enjoyed her new found strength and powers, and she felt untouchable. Unfortunately for Francis, Béatrix thought wrong… One fateful night, Béatrix awoke alone in their bed. Francis frequently went out of town for meetings that Béatrix asked little questions about, it wasn’t really a woman’s place to pry. But the night before, Francis hadn’t mentioned any meetings. Béatrix did know one thing about her lover’s dealings, and that was that they were very dangerous.Béatrix scrambled out of bed in fear and ran out into the living area. A scream burst from her chest as she took in the scene of her lover splayed out across the floor. Savage claw marks were raked into Francis’ chest and his heart was absent. Béatrix crumpled to her knees at the realization of what had happened. Francis’ job came with dangers, it came with enemies, enemies like werewolves who would come into your house in the middle of the day and kill you.From that fateful day and forward, Béatrix picked up where Francis had left off. She would avenge Francis’ death and slay every crooked supernatural being that she came across, especially the wolves. Béatrix knew enough about werewolves to know that she couldn’t beat them in strength, but she could outwit them, deceive them, and catch them by surprise. Over the years, Béatrix honed her skills of mental manipulation, deception, and private investigation. As technologies and weapons changed, so did she, trying to stay one step ahead of the enemy. When the Regiment picked up scent of this fearsome self-claimed hitwoman with a bad reputation among the supernaturals, they couldn’t resist adding her to their Investigations team.

Accepted. Post it to the accepted sheets thread please.

Here, for your IC post, have your character approach mine in the compound, you'll have arrived before everyone else. I'll have Carson just remember the boss mentioning that and we'll go on from there.

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Raoul de Costa takes slow steps towards his destination, a small village far to the south, several miles away from the ruins where the supposed scorn of giants were coming from. It was quite early in the day, the morning sun had just risen, changing places with the moon, this signaled a new day. The mercenary had spent the entire night traveling, all on foot. Some people were scared to traverse around during darkness, but as long as you stuck to the roads it was not likely you would encounter anything. The most dangerous thing that he had seen on his waltz was a small pack of wolves, who crossed ahead of him. They paid him no mind as he suspected they were tracking a much more bountiful prey, also a less dangerous one, likely a deer.

He was to enter from the northern road, which would supposedly lead him to encounter his other five companions who he had received sparse information on. That wasn't like him, usually he preferred to go into these types of scenarios with as much information as possible, yet those that had supplied him with the information and mission simply told him that there was another human, two elves and two dwarves. Quite strange how the numbers worked out, two of three different races. It did not matter to him at all, he didn't hate any other race, he couldn't afford to do that in his profession. He'd work for an orc, a dwarf, elf, hell even a goblin, just as long as they promised gold. Well, maybe not a goblin, he probably wouldn't take a job offer from one of those creatures.

Raoul continued walking, going up a small hill, as soon as he reached the top, the village came into view. He stopped in his tracks, crossing his arms as his thoughts went to his new companions, who he had yet to meet. Dwarves, short but strong people, prefer large weapons with heavy armors. Elves, weaker physically yet potent magic users. Humans, what he was, sort of the best of both breeds. He had killed members of these species in his past, not that he intended to kill his companions, just that he would have to keep the thought buried deep in the back of his mind. One of them could double-cross the group, not likely but not impossible. Nothing wrong with being prepared for that scenario though.

Raoul shook his head, then started walking again, going towards the northern entrance of the village. There were said to be giants nearby, he had never himself encountered giants, but he imagined the battle would be thrilling, he just had to be quick on his feet and aim for the legs. A grounded giant is no more of a threat than a dead one. His longsword could easily tear through giant's flesh, he just needed to hit the right spots and the battle would be over before it could drag on too long. One slash to an artery in the calf, then one to the back of the head, it'd be cake, nice, tasty cake.

He reached the entrance, glancing around for any signs of life. The village seemed abandoned, it was 6am, of course some people would be sleeping, but there were always early birds who wanted to get the head start on fishing or planting crops. He normally wouldn't care for a place like this, a weak, tiny, middle of nowhere town. There was nothing here of real value, it was a simple fishing village. But the contract he was given strictly told him to come here, and apparently end some giants which were making a nuisance of themselves to the village. The sooner they'd move on to a more exciting locale, the better.

The mercenary leaned against a nearby building, right by the northern entrance. He reached into a poach on his armor, pulling out a fresh apple. He took a bite out of it, chewing loudly. He preferred meat, but he just needed a snack before battle. An apple he bought off a merchant for next to nothing would do the job. He took another bite, then used his other hand to pull his hood down, revealing his face to whoever would meet him here. Probably not the best first impression to show up hiding your head underneath a hood. He took a final bite, then tossed the core to his left, it skipping along the dirt road. He crossed his arms and waited, eager to meet his new companions. Hopefully they would be semi competent fighters, he already knew he was, but didn't know about them.

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We enter desperately?

Working on a post now.

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Silent Observer said
Currently whipping up a CS. :]

Eager to see it