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Current So I have this... itch... to run a pbp game... here. Using the Cypher System or ICRPG.
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I've not been back a full week and I'm already stalking POO and Penny :D
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@Regitnui OK, thanks... I'll start brainstorming her :) Maybe I'll have something by the evening.

Edit: OK, since I'm an idiot I'll have to start all over again, because I forgot I was editing a post and not writing a new post and switched pages >.<

Name: Teagan Hayes

Alias (if any): Smokey Bear, Samaritan

Age: 37

Faction: Normal

Personality: Teagan is a very calm. She gives off this Zen master aura and people usually expect her to talk in wisdom quotes. She is live-hardened, but managed to remain warm and gentle. She is a bit solitary by nature and might seem aloof at first, but once she warms up to you her demeanor changes. She used to be a bit of a daredevil in her younger years, but she has toned it down. However she would jump in danger without hesitation to help or to protect as is her nature. Those who get to know her very well discover some very unexpected characteristics to her.

Appearance: She's 5'8ish, medium build, fit and athletic. With jade green eyes and a rich mahogany hair, peppered with not few white and grayish hairs. At 37 and with her natural olive complexion she has visible crow's feet. She's got high cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose due to a nasty brake and her most favorite facial feature - two dimples. On her left wrist there is a see-through-the-skin type of tattoo representing the inner workings of her wrist and pinky finger in steampunk style. Her left eyebrow is bisected by a prominent scar as is her lower lip. The rest of her body is also peppered with scars, some small, some larger. Teagan prefers comfortable clothing and favors jeans, shirts, t-shirts, tank tops, sneakers, boots.

Background: Teagan was about seven years old when the world changed. At the time she was living with her parents, Martha and Rory Hayes, in her mother's country of origin. Which was located in Eastern Europe and Teagan doubted many people even knew it existed.

Her mother was a wildlife biologist and was doing a study on the indigenous fauna in the region and her father was a mountain rescue worker.

From a very young age Teagan learned to love nature and at the same time respect it. But after the Starburst reports started coming in about people with strange powers, freakish mutated animals and the likes and suddenly the world became quite dangerous for normal people. They stayed in her mother's country as long as they thought it safe and then started to move from place to place, trying their best to pick the safest region where to raise their child.

The constant moving from place to place, the turmoil in the world, the fights between Epics and Freaks, between good Epics and villainous Epics, her parents' love for nature and her father's constant desire to help people in peril molded young Teagan in the somewhat dare-devilish, brave and strangely shy young girl with a constant desire to help, a love and a healthy respect for nature.

When finally her family landed in the US, where it was relatively devoid of Epics and Freaks, young Teagan had the opportunity to pursue a career and a profession in a field that combined both her mother's love of nature and her father's desire to help people in danger. And so Teagan enlisted straight after colleague for training to become a Smokejumper. She poured all her youthful exuberance in her newly selected profession. She trained hard, studied as hard and worked even harder. The work was as rewarding as it was hard and harsh. She often wondered how people could be so careless as to unknowingly cause wildfires. She'd witnessed firsthand on numerous occasions how the nature she loved so dearly was destroyed in a flash.

This caused her to constantly volunteer to participate in awareness promotion programs, which was how she got her first nickname by her crew - Smokey Bear. She didn't mind it, because she knew it was used mostly with a tongue-in-cheek.

Being her father's daughter she was also SAR certified. On numerous occasions she would help her team, her partner or perfect strangers without even a thought of reward beyond a simple thank you, if even that. Her daredevil altruism in the line of duty and often even outside of it earned her her second nickname - Samaritan.

After the rise of the High and the establishment of Epic City Teagan urged her parents to relocate there, as she feared for their safety. Martha and Rory however refused to go without their daughter, and so the entire family picked up and moved, hopefully for the last time.

With her parents in relative safety within Epic City Teagan is in search of new opportunities, while also, in her free time, trying her hand out in something she'd always dreamed of doing. Writing.
@Regitnui Hm... That actually helps, yes... Although I definitely wouldn't go for a reporter. That profession never did appeal to me even if a have the education for it (or at least what counts for an education for a reporter in my country). I suppose I could go the Bats analogue route, but less the celebrity superhero more the help and vanish without a trace good Samaritan kind of feel.

Although the Bats idea appeals to my I kinda want her to be a regular person, accepting of the way the world has changed and trying her best to find her place in it. If the good Epics are there to help out with the big stuff, she would still want to help out with the little things. Like I said she wouldn't be that old, but she would have some years on her, mid to late thirties... So she could be this life-hardened and experienced woman helping with whatever she can. Could she be some sort of health worker... Do we still have normal human medicine? Or maybe a firefighter with EMT training... Law enforcement? My brain is running on fumes as well :) I should really go to bed soon.
Mkay so this caught my attention and I've been monitoring the OOC and CS tab. With all those Epic and Freak powers flying around I've been considering a plain ol' normal human... Well... Maybe not plain and not that old But I can't help but wonder what would be the place of normals in this world full of Epics and Freaks. I mean are we all just trying to understand what happened to the world while we are all getting by as best as we can? I need a bit more in terms of the normal humans part of the story if I'm to create a character for one. So I can build background, personality... the deep stuff :)
I think I'd like to be a part of this :)
Interested :)
I think I'll bow out for now. Have fun :)
@VitoftheVoid OK, in that case I will go about making a Fragment cs... I have some ideas in my head about the visual of the monster form :D
Hm... I might try for a Witch or a Fragment character, but I wanted to ask first. Do the Fragments need to consume other fragments, or is it that they simply can to become more powerful?
@LadyTabris Just posted. Hope it's acceptable. If something needs changing just tell me and I'll edit :) Sorry if it's a bit wordy. It sorta got away from me
Mac had her mother sprawled on the bed and was currently trying to keep the older woman still. "Mom..." Elia's daughter pleaded in mock exasperation. "If you keep squirming about like that I can't help you."

"But how do you know turning me into a pin-cushion will help with my back ache?" Elia retorted not without a healthy dose of mistrust, staring dubiously at her daughter's acupuncture needle set.

Mac sighed. She'd had many talks with her mother since she'd come back to the Reflection Isle about their different approach to healing. Her mother had accepted some of Mac's suggestions concerning the use of medicinal herbs and such, but was still untrusting of the more outlandish ideas such as acupuncture, acupressure, etc. Finally the two had decided that Elia would try an acupuncture session to alleviate her chronic back ache that came with the burdens of her profession. Which was why she was currently fidgeting on the bed as a child who was about to get spanked. Sara took a deep breath and explained for the hundredth time. "How do you know to cleanse a wound before closing it?" She asked patiently.

Elia gave her daughter a why-would-you-even-ask-such-a-question look. "Because the wound would spoil and won't heal properly." She answered anyway.

"Yes." Sara smiled. "But how do you know that?" She insisted.

Elia looked at her daughter even more incredulously. "Because I've seen it happen enough times, Sara. I've taught you all of this. Why do you ask these unnecessary questions?"

Mac smiled again. "Okay, okay, don't get testy with me." She squeezed her mother's hand. "My point is, you know from experience and study it works, right?"

"Right..." Elia squinted at her daughter, realization settling within. A small smile appeared on her lips. Her little girl had painted her into a corner. "Fine." She conceded with laughter. "Let's do this then if it's for science."

Mac smiled and began slowly and with steady hand to position the needles just as Samira had thought her. Just as she'd observed in secret Rom do from time to time, but had never dared to teach her. For a time her mother lay quiet and still and Sara allowed herself to get fully immersed into the procedure. But it wasn't long before she felt her mother tense again and shook her head. "Now what?" She asked with a chuckle.

"I didn't say a thing." Elia tried evading.

"I can feel you tensing beneath my fingers, mom."

Elia sighed and tried again to relax. "It's this business of you leaving to help with some crazy mission. The Raven Queen's crown is a myth, honey. It's a fool's errand. Not to mention who's the backer of this endeavor. Avoir rules over lowlifes!" Her mother finished indignantly.

"Mom..." Sara said gently. "The Free Isle is home to all sorts of people. Not just pirates and criminals. The Marrans are threatening their home. Of course they would want to protect it."

"Fine." Elia shifted and tried to sit up, but her daughter pushed her gently to lie back. "Let them protect their home. Why do they need you? Why did Avoir call for you?!" Her mother finished exasperated. Ever since her girl had returned home after ten years of thinking she was dead and hoping beyond hope she wasn't, Elia had a hard time accepting whenever her daughter had to travel. Yes, her little girl had grown up and could certainly take care of herself. The Gods knew she believed that after she'd learned what Sara had survived. But to her she was still her little girl, which she had pushed to set sail over the silly matter of looking the Lady’s' daughter with lustful eyes. She felt responsible for everything her daughter had to suffer trough even though Sara had assured her more than once since she'd come back, that she wasn't to blame. But now, more than ever, she was determined to keep her girl safe, if she could.

Mac kneeled to look her mother in the eyes. "Mom I can't tell you not to worry, because I know that's not a possibility for a mother. But I will tell you this. The Marrans have their sights on the Free Isle now. But what will happen once it is under their rule. Where do you think they will turn to? Arrylia is theirs. The Reflection Isle managed to keep its independence, but how long do you think we'll last if the Marrans give us their full attention? If there is even the slimmest of chances this mission could help us I would spare no effort to keep my birthplace free of foreign dominion."

Elia closed her eyes. Tears of resignation streamed sideways over her nose. Her girl had grown into a magnificent woman and she feared not all of it was her doing. But she was proud none the less. She nodded slowly. "I just worry." She half sobbed.

Mac took her mother's face in her palms and kissed her forehead. "I know. But I promise to be careful."

"That's all I can ask." Elia said quietly.




Mac had made port in Afton a day or two prior to when Avoir had told her to expect the Valencia. Sara'd lived on ships long enough to know that Mother Nature didn't often allow for a strict schedule of arrival or departure. She had given some coin to a boy that helped with odd jobs around the port and had asked him to inform her immediately of the ship's arrival with promise of additional payment. When the next morning he'd come running to the inn she was staying in with the news that the ship she was expecting had just made port, she'd payed the lad, quickly settled her account with the innkeeper and set out to meet with the ship's captain, which she knew from Avoir, was told to be expecting her there.

She didn't know what the captain would be like. She just had a discription and her name - Amia. She walked purposefully among the throng of the morning crowd. All her necessities packed neatly in a sack strapped to her back. The hilt of her ninjato, also strapped to her back, barely peecking over the bulk of the pack. She also carried a large bag with personal healer supplies, most of which would be left aboard the Valencia. Ashore she would only take the bare necessities.

When she neared the port she started scanning the crowd and the docked ships. Even before seeing the Valencia she felt someone's keen watchful eye scanning the crowd, just as she was doing herself. She turned her head and locked eyes with a dark-skinned woman, with a coin-shaped scar on her cheek and a shock of short curly hair. Mac recognized her from Avoir's description as captain Amia and started making her way carefully to her. Such quiet intensity. Mac thought to herself. Quite beautiful.
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