Hellis

Fairytale Noir: New Arcadia

#1: Personally, the clone angle is very illfitting. The cloning feels very sci-fi and out of place. Bioscience? Very very sci-fi. This isn't taking place in the future, the tech level is present at the most. Scratch that, it is more 1950-60's with some liberties taken for flair.

#2: There is magic, their are fairytales in modern clothes and I suggest using the telepathy as something that can be explained as a fairytale magic trait. Twins have tons of symbolic meaning in magic. They are fairly common in tales due to this. Pulling in sci-fi tropes makes little sense.

But I'll let Drago be the judge of it.

Ferguson, MO protests and police brutality.

The kid who got shot, got shot 6 times and no ambulance was callled. The police have attacked Journalists and detained them for no reason. The entire thing is a clusterfuck.

Spiritum Aeternum; or The Ramshackle Monster Hunters

Give it time. I am working on my CS. It's not cooperating.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

What they both said!

Just fantastic. Nothing but!

The Silver Leaves; A Northern Crusade.

Iano left his quarters while stretching his lithe form, stifling a yawn as leather clad feet brought him down the halls. He was in a somewhat docile mood to be sure, the last night having temporarily quelled the mans endless thirst for excitement. He was fairly sure he had to eat and drink however, because he felt like a starved wolf at the moment. With that in mind, he steered his steps towards the mess hall. He took time to stop and talk to some people on the way, never one to really hurry anywhere. He was a friendly sport, the kind who got along with most. Some thought light of him, mainly becouse he never seemed to dwell to long on anything. He decided to take a stroll trough the couryard were many recruits were allready practicing. Among the many basic training hopefulls, he saw a familiar face.

Thomas von Lerz was one of Ianos sword instructors, a tall, gangly looking man. A Human from the legato empire, and the best duelist Iano had ever met. Ianos first fight with a silverleaf had been against Thomas, and Iano had gotten severly beaten. Several times. For a week. Iano was not a sore loser by any means but he was also persistent and lived for the rush. Of course, his swordsmanship was crude in comparison to the way Thomas wielded his flamberge, so many times Iano find himself eating a mouthful of dirt due to a simple miss step. Iano of course, still strives towards beating the man. But for now he was cordial.

”Instructor Lerz” He bowed, a gesture he rarely indulge in. The man scoffed at the gesture. ”No need to bow, doesn't suit you. You heading for the Mess Hall?” He inquired, the man looked more haggard and worn out then usual. He jabbed two fingers painfully hard in Iano shoulder. ”Things have started to moving again. Brigands. Would not surpised if they wanted to send some new bloods like yourself to deal with it.” Thomas then went on his not so merry way. With no more delays, Iano arrived to the where the smell of food were leading him. He quickly spotted Lin and waved at her. The hall was filled with men and women from all over, talking, complaining, eating and arguing. In short, Iano was the most home in here. He wasted no time, soon face to face with her, almost challenging her to fight by the way he carried himself. Two wild souls who were always on the edge.

”Hello Linweî” He spoke, his voice at once soft and yet terribly violent with emotion.

Tavern

There sat a man in the Tavern that rarely were seen inside the city walls. Grashnak, one of the few Uruki, that is to say Orchs, who made into the silverleaves. He was a shrewd, hostile presence. Feared by every man who ever been dumb enough to spar him one on one. He was currently drinking and the half a turkey not yet eaten was disappearing at astonishing rate. As he saw a fellow Silver leaf like Joshua enter he bellowed out, ”YOU. COME HERE:”

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

That was a lovely post. The last few posts have all been terribly vivid and wellwritten.

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes [Vampire Horror/Cyberpunk]

Posted a WIP

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Timeskip posted. Thus closes henrys part of this story for now aswell <3. Wild ride.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

The office of Henry was not his, it was a loan. Or so he told himself anyways. It was still Atticus office, and he only planned to hold onto it untill the smarmy bastard showed his face again or Archibald found a replacement. The latter he didn't want to think about. Veti was raising kids, cutest toddlers he had ever seen. She was radiant now he , the way only mothers could be. Max had not exactly been on his list for potential dads of the year, but Max and Thad deserved a eternal spot in the Fathers hall of fame for their sacrifice and that last little trick they pulled. Had pissed off some wolves he was sure of it. But, with the lupus Natuere being weakened and their revered god dead, Henry had pushed with every resource at his beck and call to get them to back off. His war with the Ice Queen was on the back burner aswell. But the defeat of the Fenrir had managed to shake her as well, and people were leaving her ranks in droves. Like a General, he marshalled his own forces and ready himself for the ineviteble confrontation. But that to, had to wait. He was fighting paperwork at the moment.

”Sir.” A short, fey looking thing called his attention. His new assissant, thrown at him by the higher ups, smiled at him. She was about 4'3, with red, bright hair full of flowers. Her dress was in fact her very own petals. She refused to wear her glamour in the office, stating that it was unbecoming to hide ones true nature. Atleast her true form was adorable, his was that of semitransparent demi-god and nude man with rivers behind his baby blues. He quite preffered his human form.

”Names Henry, I've told you not to call me Sir, Rose. ” Henry rubbed his temples in annoyance while signing yet a another document regarding a new applicant to the company. This one some kind of Mesopotanian Bird man. He didn't even blink when the paper said '4000 years old, unearthed by insurgents in Iraq.'

”Henry.... Sir. We got a another defectee from the Icequeens ranks.” Rose spoke up, undettered by her boss stubborn avoidance of rules and common practices. She had gotten used to it. Instead she sashayed over to him and handed him yet another paper for him to sign. Henry sat up and took the paper in turn.

”As with the others, protective custody. Find out what it knows, new identity in the south, any charms, fetishes or talismans it has brough will be destroyed.” He stated flatly, reciting what he always did in these cases. He was getting good at the whole 'General' thing.

”Sir, you still have a Meeting with Sir Archibald.” Rose said the last part with all due reverence, as if the name would summon the great Vampire. Henry chuckled at this and simply waved her off.

”Reschedule it for tommorow. I am sure he won't mind. Oh. And Rose. Call it a day for now. Go home to your family, take the weekend off.” He spoke the last part softly. Rose stood there like a raindeer cought in the headlights of a hunters Semi. She blinked in such bewilderment that it made Henry laugh. He began laughing so hard he almost fell of his chair.

”Sir?” Rose, looking both bewildered and thankfull tried to get him to listen again. He looked up at her trough brigh, happy eyes.

”Yes?” He inquired, catching his breath. Settling down he wiped a tear from his eyes and studyied the girls features and tilted his head. Waiting for her to speak her piece.

”Thank you.” She simply smiled at him.

”You are welcome Rose.” He said and spun to look out the window. ”And tell your mother I want some of that Nectar Ale of hers again. Human stuff hardly buzz me.” He waved her off, Rose quickly hurrying out to make the most of this rare respite from meetings and work.

Henry sighed and leaned back in his chair, watching the sun go down over the city of Boston. The desk behindhim was cluttered with papers. It felt like he was drowning in it. As a water spirit, the irony wasn't lost on him. A half empty bottle of wine tempted him with its presence. He rememembered Atticus educating him in the subtleties of it, and smile forced its way onto his features.

”Heres to you, smarmy bastard.” He filled the empy glass beside the bottle to the brim, then slowly drank it. Enjoying the rich taste, the feint buzz of alcohol running trough him. Only to hear his door slam open in the fashion that always lifted his spirits tenfold.

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Jay Jay

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Another year of training was gone and done, and Jay-Jay felt a little ember of pride burning in her chest. Oro-mai had finally admitted that she had learned all she could from him, and that meant their formal contract was over. Over time, Jay-Jay had grown to appreciate the Demi-god, even if he presented the visage of a distant dickhead at times. In truth, the bird was helpful in dealing with loss, and he offered very sincere condolences. The loss of Kata seemed to affect him more than he would admit: perhaps it was the whole 'immortal' thing, but it seemed the raven was fond of the Ifrit.

To test out her new skills, she decided to start things off with a bang: and try a spell that most would consider 'reckless, pointless and silly.' Transportation magic was a risky business, because there was a bunch of rules about occupied space and stuff like that: Think 'The Fly' but with more mushy-ness. 

Because of her innate desire to not end up a mutated lump of flesh, Jay-Jay decided to use the simplest solution: Fire-walking. It had the same basic principals as scrying: Use a flame, be able to see through a second flame: be that a natural one or a crafted one, as was the case with Fenris. With Fire-walking, you just took a step through...easy really. Except for the seven different incantations in two dead languages as well as the rune stones and the...

Never mind. Either way, from one moment, Jay-Jay was stepping inside the fireplace of Oro-mai's home, and the next, she was in the grand hall of the Bain and Hoyle agency. One of her favorite tricks she'd learned from the Raven was her ability to keep her clothing from incinerating...The amount of times she'd been naked in front of people, you'd think she'd develop a phobia or a fetish. 

Stepping out of the fireplace, Jay-Jay took a moment to stare at all the slack-jawed people who watched a woman step out of a previously empty fireplace. "Seems like there are a lot of new people, huh?" None of the new-blood moved close to her, either too scared or too awe-struck at the sight. She pointed out one particular newbie, a small looking girl with flowers coming from her everything and conveniently showing nothing. "Hey...Uh..." The fire-witch paused, trying to think of the race she might be: A dryad maybe? "...Flower power, where is Henry?" The rose-petal lady pointed up the stairs, seemingly half-aware who she was. She bowed and offered the dryad-thing her thanks, before skipping up the stairs in a good mood.

She stood outside the door of Atticus' old office for a moment, lost in nostalgia. She remembered first meeting the Incubus, and then the rancor of the following meeting. She'd accidentally set someone on fire, if she remembered correctly. Back then, she had been an embarrassment of a magic-user: out of control at the best of times, useless at the worst. She had been carried by Katagogi for such a long time. A slight smile crept onto her face, she felt a certainty that the Ifrit would be proud of her.

Shaking out the memories and nostalgia, Jay-Jay decided it was time for her entrance. She turned the handle of the door as silently as possible, twisting the handle slowly, slowly, slowly until she had the latch free of the door: then she shoved the door open and walked into the office with a smile on her face and a skip in her step. "I was promised fan-fare and pomp: Where is my party?" She looked around the room until her eyes fell fondly upon the man behind the desk. She felt her breath catch in her throat, the same way it did every time she saw him: at first, it was just his charm as a Siren, the desire that a water spirit could inspire in a person. Nowadays, it was just because of the romance and the honest astonishment that she was going out with a watery-Adonis.

"Suuuuup?" She stood in the doorway, waiting for Henry to unbury himself from his begrudging Mistress: Paperwork.

"Why, hello my little Flame." Henry said and grinned widely as he put down the wineglass and moved over to her with swift strides. He pulled her in for a tender, but none the less heated kiss. There was steam pun waiting to be said with the two of them together. No doubt Atticus would have made it if he saw them. He buried the thought underneath the mountain of happyness that Jay caused him to conjure.

He quickly led her out the room, not turning around to look at the mess that was his desk. "You look amazing. But smell of charcoal. Firewalking again?" He asked as the door closed behind him. "Let's have dinner shall we? I know just the place, the cook has a temper and two kids. And Ireland is great this time of year."

She happily melted into the heated kiss with Henry, ignoring the puns or the innuendos just waiting to happen. Jay-Jay couldn't hide her obvious pleasure at the attention the Siren offered: after all, he was more than a little scrumptious. She shrugged away the accusation of smelling like charcoal. "Dinner sounds great, although I've never heard of angry cooks or children as a selling point." The fire child was a bit out-of-the-loop in regards to Veti, after the whole Max-and-Thad-saved-the-world thing that she had to deal with. It turns out that studying with someone like Oro-mai had the effect of making a recluse of near enough anyone. 

"After dinner, we can talk about a certain Ice-bitch who needs a fist full of fire shoved down her throat. I can't think of many things that might distract me from that." She wraps an arm around the Siren's waist, pulling him closer as she offered a salacious grin. She may have become some sort of semi-recluse, but that didn't stop her from wanting the perks that came with dating a Siren. "We'll need to swing by my old apartment though, if I smell like charcoal, I simply must have a wash." She playfully pushed the siren back, before turning around and walking towards the doorway. A more adept woman might sway her hips enticingly, but Jay-Jay simply offered a playful skip as she turned the corner. "You coming?"

Henry made a the face of a man who just knew he lost all say in the matter. "I know a few things to that distracts you well enough." He countered her enthusiasm with a wide, knowing grin and a wink. Then he followed her out the door, away from the company, away from paper work, off to enjoy life, if only for today.

Staring Back with Chrome Eyes [Sheets] [Vampire Horror/Cyberpunk]

Name: Lucas hägg

Age: 25
Gender: Male
Ethnicity/Nationality: Swedish.

Physical Description:



Tall, fit and fair. Lucas has trained and kept himself in shape rather well. Of course, now his entire torso is moncrome and steel colored, His legs sleek metal that is somewhat reminiscent of a metal statue. His hair is white, naturally so, and his eyes are white, unaturally so. Instead of pupils, the mechanical eyes have crosses where the center point shifts around to indicate where he is looking. He stands 6'0 tall, dressing in light, nanowoven kevlar armor for the most part, so thin he can still wear his favorite jacket on top of it.

Skillset:

- Close combat expertise; Lucas is a trained combatant, one specialized in infiltration and neutralization. His skills are geared towards surviving in CqC enviroments. Use of blades and handguns, coupled with krav maga and valetudo has made him a skilled opponent to face. His enhanced body ontop of that makes him a nightmare in close combat.

-Eternal Hunting; Lucas LIVES for the hunt. His sisters skills of survelance and secrutity only helps to add to it. After his defeat at Eternals hands and with them joining Aspidas, he has learned everything there is to know about the Eternal. He know their calling cards, their patterns, their structure of society.

-Freerunning; Knowing he needs to get within medium to close range before he engages a opponent, he is very apt at moving by foot and how to treat everything as a simple obstacle course.. Due to his incredibly durable and powerfull new body he can do this even better.

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History:

Member of the gothenburg based organization of 'Ögon Kartellen', a neo-utopian, free information, free net movement. He and his sister were both bright eyed, diligent idealists and to some extent, info-terrorists. The 'Eye Cartel' as the name translates to, dealt in the liberation of secrets and encryted netdata of companies and goverments both. Sweden, a country boosting a tradition of highspeed net, information trade and netbased piracy was their playground.

The pair was appreciated and lauded among peers as the new generation of datahunters. They would crack systems and steal from even the most guarded info-vaults. Daring raids to steal physical hard drives coupled with hacking secure lines and networks. He was the part that did the breakins. Fast on his feet, a parkour expert and martial arts entuisiast he would generally do the pickups of old harddrives and simply outrun its previus owners.

One day however, they set their eyes one the wrong target. Lucas insisted they'd do it. The group they were after were a front for a group of Eternal. And eternals held onto alot of information, information meant to be free for everyone. So the duo did their thing. Only it ended up not working out to well. The systems were far more sofisticated and the Eternals themselves had no problem keeping up. The pair only got so far as halfway in before the Eternals sprung their trap. They counterattacked Isa's electronical interference while Lucas was simply rund down. They tore him practically to bits. But as luck would have it, Aspidas had chosen the sudden shift in Eternals attention to attack them aswell. They saved Lucas, and at his behest, Isa. The two were soon after enlisted to help fight the Eternals as their cybernetics program was likely the only thing that could save their lives.

Psychological Profile:
Driven, street smart, tech savy and ruthless, the 'lesser' half of the sibling duo of Lucas and Isabella is a classic case of post stress obsession. His target of obsession being the Eternal. After his illfated attempt at infiltrating a nest, a incident that left Isabella and him both legally blind and caused with braindamage, he grew colder and more distant towards the outside world. To him, his sister and the Hunt is all that matters. He is a proffesional, consumate and complete in his dedication to her. He protects her from the world, and she is his guardian angel from afar. He is gone on record that if needed, he will sacrifice the entire organization to save Isabella should such a incident occur. He was however, still cleared for the cybernetics project due to his otherwise incredibly dedicated proffesionalism.

Modifications:
-Neurological Booster. Due to the extensive damage done to his synapses, the scienstists and medical officers working on his recovery have fitted him with experimental neurological boosters. It allows him to process, compartmentalize and act upon information 3 times faster then the average person.

- Internal air supply and aerial toxin filter.

- Blood/liquid toxin filter

- Eye augmentation; Aside from the more standard ones that most agents have, lucas augmented vision is paired with his sisters state of the art security feeds and his own neurological booster. This allows him incredibly hand to eye coordination, giving him unaturally fast 'reflexes'.

-Robotic augmentation. Due to severe damage done to his arms and upper body at the hands of the Eternals sadistic torture, the organization had to replace damaged muscle tissue with superflexible, powerfull nanotubing and experimental, plastic alloys. The new robot arms look mainly human, and due the technology being in prototype stages, the mesh between skin and metal is far from pleasant to lucas at most times. Still, it allows him to lead a fairly normal life, even if alot of his upperbody is more or less that of a machine.

Equipment

Monoblade Khukri: One way to kill a vampire is by decapatation. Of all the weapons in the world, one blade is infamous for its extreme effeciency in hacking both vegetation and human tissue. That blade is the Napalesian Khukri. Lucas own is a so called monoblade. Made out of a special alloy, with a incredibly sharp and thing edge that vibrates at high frequencies. It is able to cut trough bone like it was tissue. The curved, expertly made blade makes for a exellent weapon that Lucas wield with frightening skill and ease.

- Sunny Suprise (UV Grenades) ; Something of a prototype, the UV grenade works by super charging powerfull UV lamps into 5 seconds bursts of light. The grenades when secure, look like black cylinders. With a turn and a pull however, you release a spring a that triggers the internal battery. The cylinder opens up and fans out a set of lamps withing a split second, then take another 3 second to trigger. Each grenade is expensive, so Lucas is only allowed 3 a mission usually.

-The Vindicator; Lucas was never a expert marksman, but he has a thing for chock and awe ever since his near death experience. The vindicator is a shotgun, short and simple. The long explenation is that its a flatchet based handgun of the 50. variant that is made to shred and tear. The spread is rather large, and the weapons kickback make it unreliable for continues fire. On the other hand, one round of it down a hallway tend to clear the way.

- The IMP; A heavy piece for a side arm, the IMP is a semi automatic 9 rounds, .45 caliber handgun with some serius firepower. The rounds can range from normal slugs, to exploding rounds and dragonrounds that burst into flame upon impact. The weapons heavy kickback is somewhat negated by the metal arms ability to lock its wrist. Used alongside his Khukri, it's his go to weapon.

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