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Knights of Pandora: A Pandora's Box RP

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The Sandy Rose Saloon

As the old man wandered off, Rose smiled at Johnny and patted him on the shoulder. "Sorry about that, sugar," she said, already heading back to the bar. "Won't happen again if I've got anything to say about it." She didn't look back at him, instead serving another patron and seemingly unconcerned with Rat; if she tried to corner him, he'd really know something was up, and she'd lose seven thousand dollars.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Rose allowed herself to smile slightly, and took his hand in a firm grip. "Pleasure doing business with you, Master Hesker," she purred, squeezing his hand one more time for good measure before stepping away from him. She didn't consider this a ripoff—she was just doing business. And she meant what she said—if Archie was going to be shooting in her saloon willy-nilly, she would need the cash.

With one last glance over her shoulder at Archie, she swayed back into the saloon, hands out in an appeasing gesture.

"Now, now," she said brightly, stepping between Johnny and his opponent, forcing Johnny to step back or be bowled over by the bussel of her dress. "Mister Cananbaum, you know full well I don't take no brawls in here." She placed a hand on the old man's chest, looking up at him through her lashes. "I'm sure Johnny here didn't mean no harm. And if you don't might be sayin', Charlie, you and I both know you could dunk that boot in a mud stream and it'd come out cleaner than it was before. Why don't you go on home now? Go on."

Knights of Pandora: A Pandora's Box RP

Leah Jackson

Leah Jackson
Female
19

HEIGHT— 5’10”
WEIGHT— ~130 lbs
NOTABLE MARKINGS— scar through her upper lip on the right side, reaches up to about the level of her nose; lightning scar on the back of her right shoulder, from the tip of her shoulder to mid-back
PERSONALITY— Sarcastic, clever, and somewhat suspicious of everything, Leah can be hard to get along with. However, once she’s friends with someone, she’s loyal to them to the end--betrayals hit her hard. She’s highly protective of her friends, can be intimidating, sometimes makes questionable decisions, and is willing to bend the rules (and her morals) to do what she thinks is best. That being said, she’s also very dedicated to controlling her powers--she’s hurt people on accident before—and her work ethic is unparalleled.
EQUIPMENT—

• An array of knives, for both close combat and throwing; excellent conductors of electricity. She can turn a minor stab wound into a deadly conduit to her powers with enough energy poured into a knife
• Standard survival equipment
• Fingerless gloves, fitted with brass knuckles she can use as conductors

ABILITIES— Leah considers herself a warrior, although she is capable of some quite powerful maneuvers with her demigod abilities—however, she’s reluctant to use them, as they’re quite hard to conceal, and she’s been...encouraged not to show them off in the past. She’s handy enough with a pistol and knows her way around a bow and arrow, but her true skill lies in knife fighting, both in close and thrown. She’s no knight, but she’s more of a threat than she first appears.

As far as her demigod abilities go, Leah uses electricity—static shocks, or the stronger, more deadly type. She also has special talent with machines—she’s particularly gifted with cars and vehicles. Her powers are amplified during storms, but her weakness is water—while usually she’s impervious to electricity, if any part of her is wet, the electricity she channels can backfire through the water. There are some techniques involving more subtle electrical charges she’s working on, but for the moment she’s keeping that pursuit to herself, as she’s nowhere near skilled enough to take full advantage of her powers—yet.
ANCESTOR— Zeus

BACKGROUND—
Leah has been on her own for quite a while. She grew up in a small town, very religious, that feared any ‘supernatural’ powers. Her mother became pregnant too young, forcing her and Leah’s father into marriage to appease their parents, but their relationship fell apart quickly. Her mother was increasingly absent, and her father increasingly abusive—eventually, after the first time Leah’s powers showed themselves, her mother simply vanished. Skipped town and didn’t come to dinner one day. That was the tipping point for Leah’s father to really start in on his then-five year old—every time she accidentally made the lights flicker, or her hair stand up with static, it was another swing.

When Leah was nine, she’d had enough, enough of the bruises and black eyes. She left, just like her mother had, and never looked back. She certainly never had any regrets.

She bounced from settlement to settlement, sometimes living in the woods, most times in cities. She hides in plain sight, manipulating machines as necessary to keep up a living, and often getting involved in petty crime just to make her way.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

Rose leaned back from Archie as he leaned forward, wrinkling her nose slightly in distaste. Accustomed to invasions of personal space she was, but that didn't mean she had to tolerate his kind of behavior.

At least until he said the words 'ten thousand dollars.' Her mood had never changed so fast.

"You mean—?" she started, but never finished, eyebrows raised almost to her hairline. Oh, yes, she'd seen enough bounty hunters to understand what Archie was trying to tell her. She glanced him over, eyes narrowing slightly as she reevaluated her sudden thrill—she'd never seen the man shoot, and if he grazed one of her customers trying to rake in ten grand...

"I want seven thousand," she said briskly, in an undertone low enough to be inaudible to anyone but him. "You're gonna be shooting up my saloon, after all. And if you breathe a word of this to anyone else, I'll have you run out of town faster than you can say 'Rampinella,' understand?"

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"Commander," Vanahara said shortly, the first words she'd spoken around the group, giving a respectful nod and a short bow. Military protocol was a confusing tangle sometimes, but respect was not. "Vanahara Pike. Ironworker adept. Thank you for this opportunity, sir."

She gave her attention to the others when they spoke, but her eyes inevitably returned to the Commander's armor. It fit him well, and even at this distance she could sense the complicated connections and fittings between each piece. Forget the airship—even the craftsmanship Hayes wore was fascinating. Vana glanced around, but didn't spot any of her fellow Ironworkers—or even fellow Metallics. She didn't know if that was a disappointment or a relief—her classmates didn't seem to like her very much.

Knights of Pandora: A Pandora's Box RP

reposting from the IC :)

Leah Jackson

Leah Jackson
Female
19

HEIGHT— 5’10”
WEIGHT— ~130 lbs
NOTABLE MARKINGS— scar through her upper lip on the right side, reaches up to about the level of her nose; lightning scar on the back of her right shoulder, from the tip of her shoulder to mid-back
PERSONALITY— Sarcastic, clever, and somewhat suspicious of everything, Leah can be hard to get along with. However, once she’s friends with someone, she’s loyal to them to the end--betrayals hit her hard. She’s highly protective of her friends, can be intimidating, sometimes makes questionable decisions, and is willing to bend the rules (and her morals) to do what she thinks is best. That being said, she’s also very dedicated to controlling her powers--she’s hurt people on accident before—and her work ethic is unparalleled.
EQUIPMENT—

• An array of knives, for both close combat and throwing; excellent conductors of electricity. She can turn a minor stab wound into a deadly conduit to her powers with enough energy poured into a knife
• Standard survival equipment
• Fingerless gloves, fitted with brass knuckles she can use as conductors

ABILITIES— Leah considers herself a warrior, although she is capable of some quite powerful maneuvers with her demigod abilities—however, she’s reluctant to use them, as they’re quite hard to conceal, and she’s been...encouraged not to show them off in the past. She’s handy enough with a pistol and knows her way around a bow and arrow, but her true skill lies in knife fighting, both in close and thrown. She’s no knight, but she’s more of a threat than she first appears.

As far as her demigod abilities go, Leah uses electricity—static shocks, or the stronger, more deadly type. She also has special talent with machines—she’s particularly gifted with cars and vehicles. Her powers are amplified during storms, but her weakness is water—while usually she’s impervious to electricity, if any part of her is wet, the electricity she channels can backfire through the water. There are some techniques involving more subtle electrical charges she’s working on, but for the moment she’s keeping that pursuit to herself, as she’s nowhere near skilled enough to take full advantage of her powers—yet.
ANCESTOR— Zeus

BACKGROUND—
Leah has been on her own for quite a while. She grew up in a small town, very religious, that feared any ‘supernatural’ powers. Her mother became pregnant too young, forcing her and Leah’s father into marriage to appease their parents, but their relationship fell apart quickly. Her mother was increasingly absent, and her father increasingly abusive—eventually, after the first time Leah’s powers showed themselves, her mother simply vanished. Skipped town and didn’t come to dinner one day. That was the tipping point for Leah’s father to really start in on his then-five year old—every time she accidentally made the lights flicker, or her hair stand up with static, it was another swing.

When Leah was nine, she’d had enough, enough of the bruises and black eyes. She left, just like her mother had, and never looked back. She certainly never had any regrets.

She bounced from settlement to settlement, sometimes living in the woods, most times in cities. She hides in plain sight, manipulating machines as necessary to keep up a living, and often getting involved in petty crime just to make her way.

The Sandy Rose Saloon

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The Sandy Rose Saloon

i await the 'oh shit' moment with baited breath >:D

The Sandy Rose Saloon

"What in tarnation—oh!" Archie was pulling her from the bar, hand around her wrist, and with a sneer she yanked her hand free. "This is civilization, Hesker, you'd do well to remember that," she said, pleasantly enough but with a bite in her tone. Smoothing her skirts down, she followed him anyway, darting around Rat and the...pungent old man with the ease of long practice.

Once outside, she rounded on Archie, planting her hands on her hips and glaring. "What the hell is this about, Archibald?" she demanded. "I've got customers in there and you grab me in front of God and everybody? This had better be damn good."