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The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers [SCI FI Academy]

Introductory post to the IC is now up.

The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers [SCI FI Academy]

Thousands of fathoms beneath the surface, the great steel and glass spires of the Sanctum –headquarters of the illusive ‘Bloody Embrace’- glistened with faint white lights, shimmering in the murky waters that surrounded the academy on all sides. Reinforced with hyper-advanced technologies, the great mechanical towers withstood the immense water pressure with stoic ease, standing tall amidst the clusters of deep sea fish and underwater rock formations.

Sleek, cutting-edge submersibles zipped back and forth across the underwater campus, moving resources from one section of the sprawling academy to the other through specialised mechanical docks.

Wōden Tsuszó, Grand Assassin of the Bloody Embrace and headmaster of the Sanctum, sat in the darkness of his humongous library, a rare luxury in the digital age, the skeletal fingers of his mechanical left arm loosely clutching a glass of whiskey, from which he took occasional delicate sips. The only light which entered the room seeped in through the viewing window which allowed Wōden to survey the goings on of the academy from his spot at the tallest spire of the Sanctum, where he now sat; in a large leather chair place in front of the great pane of clear, molecularly reinforced, glass.

Vhul, the captain of Wōden’s personal guard, strode into the room, standing to attention a few feet behind the headmaster’s chair. Vhul was a giant of a man, with a dark skin and a cleanly shaven head, built like a bull on in its hind legs, clad from head-to-toe in reinforced black body armour, with an ornate power hammer –practically the size of a full-grown man- fastened to his muscular back. Wōden kept his back to the captain, watching a distant submersible move food between two of the lower-lying steel towers.

“The submarine has arrived, sir.” Vhul informed the headmaster in his deep, booming voice “The new batch of students have just touched down on Primum Dock”.

“Excellent.” Wōden’s voice was a soft whisper, so quiet that the captain had to strain to hear the headmaster speak. “You picked these ones out yourself, did you not, Vhul?”

“Yes, sir.” Vhul replied, his face an emotionless mask of stone “they seemed best suited to the task at hand.”

“Then this mission’s success rests on you, Captain, and the fate of our organization itself.” Whilst Vhul couldn’t see the smaller man’s face, he could hear the wicked grin that was sliding across his lips in the sneering tone of his voice “That’s quite the honour, wouldn’t you say so?”

“That it is, sir.” Vhul kept his voice devoid of emotion, gazing blankly at a nearby bookshelf.

“Do you feel honoured, Captain?” Wōden cooed softly.

“Yes, I do, Sir.”

“Say the words…Say ‘I feel honoured’.”

“I feel honoured, sir.”

Wōden gave a sharp laugh “Oh Vhul, you are amusing.”

“Will you be wanting to greet the new students, sir?” Vhul asked, after an uncomfortable silence had settled on the room.

“I doubt these one’s will make it past their first mission,” Wōden sneered “I think not. Send one of the older students to greet them. I’ll have a look at what’s left in the weeks to come.”

“As you wish, sir.” Vhul said plainly, before striding out of the room, and leaving the headmaster to watch the submersibles bob about the Sanctum through his great glass window.

*

Chantrea Tascroix had not been expecting visitors to her cramped little dorm room, so she got more than a bit of a shock when the thunderous pounding of a giant fist started wrapping against her steel door. Frizzy haired and without makeup, Chantrea sprang off of bed, closing down the holographic display that had been playing through her brain implant, and set about trying to fish something to wear out of her tiered sliding metal wardrobe.

“Just a second!” Chantrea hissed when the knocking continued, as she fought to get her underwear up over her chunky legs. The young woman had always began a big girl, but a fortnight without any assignments, coupled with snacking on whatever was easy and available, had resulted in a weight gain of a solid ten pounds, and a noticeably softer form. Chantrea squeezed herself into too-tight jeans which chaffed against her large thighs, and a sleeveless white t-shirt which exposed the lower roll of her soft midriff.

The young woman punched her security code into the holographic wall panel, her blast-proof steel door sliding open with a slick whoosh, revealing a ginormous, fully-armoured, black man with a hammer, which looked like it was made for squashing elephants, strapped to his back.

“Good morning, Captain.” Chantrea managed in her sweetest voice, leaning in the solid doorway with one hand, whilst fighting to pull her t-shirt down over her stomach with the other.

“Tascroix.” Chantrea couldn’t tell if Vhul hated her, or if he was just permanently fucked-off at the world. She decided it was probably a mixture of the two.

The young woman looked the giant man over “Can I offer you a slice of Mars Bar cheesecake?”

Vhul scowled at her “The headmaster wants you to brief the new arrivals.”

“Ooooo, did he ask for me by name?” Chantrea squealed sarcastically.

“Don’t push your luck, Tascroix.” Vhul growled “Get down to Primum Dock ASAP, and wear your uniform. I figure even you couldn’t cock this one up.” The captain gave Chantrea one last lingering scowl, before stomping back the way he came.

Probably got a wall to stare down the young woman mused inwardly.

*

“All right, new meat, listen up!” Chantrea barked, clambering on top of one of the supply crates so she could be seen amidst the large cluster of newcomers. A great metal submersible bobbed up and down at the end of Primum Dock, which the new arrivals had just filled off of. Chantrea was dressed in the standard issue uniform for female students of the Bloody Embrace; A long-sleeved black top with padded shoulders, divided into several reinforced segments, which flowed straight into a similarly structured skirt, black tights made from an extremely durable synthetic polymer fabric, knee-high black boots with a high-heeled compartment which stored a compactable harpy-knife, and slick utility belt which held a small capsule of pepper-spray and a collapsible blackjack truncheon. The young woman’s uniform had been made to fit a marginally smaller Chantrea, and hugged her plump form in a rather unflattering manner.

“I’m sure you’re all under the impression that you’re here because you’re special and gifted, but get that idea out of your head right now. In the Sanctum, you’re just another number in a sea of faces, so don’t expect any special treatment.” Chantrea’s eyes darted over the large group, taking in the figures who stood before her “The Bloody Embrace have something fancy planned for us, but you’ll have to make it past basic training if you want in. You’ve all been set up with temporary accommodation, your dorm rooms should have been sent through to your implants, which you’ll have half an hour to settle in to before we meet in the main hall for dinner. Once we’ve all eaten, you’ll be briefed on your first assignment. We like to keep things fast paced here.”

Chantrea took a deep breath “So, any questions..?”

The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers [SCI FI Academy]

BLUE BEAKE

|BLUE BEAKE|

Age:

Seventeen

Appearance:

Blue is roughly 5’6” and is a relatively healthy weight. She has muscles and is obviously toned, showing a hint of abs on her stomach. Her hair is a dark brown color, appearing black when there is not an adequate amount of light, and her skin is lightly tanned. Her eyes are a dark brown that appear black from a distance. She has a tattoo of a twisting, dead tree that stretches from the side of her thigh to just below her breasts and she has a belly button piercing. Her nails are usually painted a different color every day.

Skills:

-Cleaning up evidence
-Survival skills
-Espionage
-Ninjutsu/Ninpo
-Medical Knowledge
-Gun-slinging

Sexual orientation:

Bi-curious

Personality:

Blue is a girl with a conflicting personality – on one hand, she is methodical and calculating, patient and cunning, and on the other hand, she is wild and unpredictable, volatile and sadistic. When relaxed and off duty, she is vulgar, sarcastic, and careless. She intimidates what she wants from people and threatens others on a daily basis. When Blue doesn’t get what she wants, she resorts to violence, letting her fists fly. She is selfish and hates to share. Many consider her frigid and merciless, killing others without feeling and never shedding a tear. However, Blue can also be untamable and feral. She can be loud and vicious, cutting others to the core with angry remarks and insensitive comments. Most of the time, she is gruff and blunt, rough around the edges. Through all of her faults, the worst part of her is the boiling rage that, when evoked, will only result in blood. Blue, while she doesn’t anger as easily as hot-heads, she is quick to escalate once angry. When her wrath is evoked, she will often savagely beat others in sadistic displays until the victim has either died or she has been calmed.

Blue has no redeeming qualities, of that there is to be sure; Blue is a walking psychopath whose anger and lack of guilt often makes her out to be a monster. However, if Blue had any good qualities, it would undoubtedly be her intelligence and astounding loyalty. Blue is able to calculate all the odds as if she was a computer and come up with unpredictable schemes and tactical plans. Her resourcefulness and ability to make anything into a weapon makes her a great partner to have around. Blue could also be a good leader if she needed to be, able to calculate all odds and make sacrifices if need be in order to complete the mission.

The biggest peculiarity to the dysfunctional and enigmatic Blue Beake is her soft spot for children and animals, a lack of bloodthirstiness for the vulnerable and weak.

Bio:

There is not much to say about the beginning of Blue Beake’s life. She was born a middle class family with parents that were kind to her, but they weren’t close or distant. She grew up with four older sisters: Scarlett, Violet, Jade, and Ruby. Blue didn’t show signs of a sociopathic nature when she was little except for the occasional pulling of one of her sister’s hair and her continued refusal to apologize. No, the trouble started when Blue was around the age of ten. Blue had been struggling with her weight and was very obese. Around this time, Blue had increasing trouble at school, being relentlessly bullied by others and coming almost nearly suicidal due to it. Blue even had to be driven to the hospital because of self harm that went a little too far. Her parents entered into several weight loss programs and her sisters were very supportive during her strive for healthy living. The bullying never stopped, not once, and even when she lost a lot of weight, it carried on because of the habit formed.

Around the time that Blue was thirteen, she had begun to hang with older people who were obviously bad influences. She had gotten into the habit of drugs, drinking, and smoking and her behavior became erratic. It escalated, however, when her then-boyfriend – a boy five years older than her – introduced her to his graduated friends. These friends of his had recently joined a small gang that wasn’t as violent as the bigger ones, but did have its history of violence. Blue willingly joined the gang and went on a rampage with her newfound family, often robbing others and beating passers-by; however, she had never hurt anyone horribly where their life could be endangered. When a bigger gang caught whiff of the little ragtag group, they approached Blue and tried to recruit her. Due to her increasing sadism, she had become unsatisfied with the current gang she was with. She agreed eagerly and thus began a new road for her. She had only killed four times, but had assisted in more than a hundred murders. Her kills had been four of her previous tormentors: Jared Carlton, Sam Hart, Chester Grain, and Glenn Griffin. She was eventually put on trial for their murders and it became increasingly obvious that she had killed them, but she could not be incarcerated because of lack of evidence. She then moved from the city and hid in her house.

Other:

-Blue is a practitioner of the Ninja Juuhakkei, the eighteen skills of the ninja
-She has a sweet tooth

@Apokalipse

Blue is approved! Please put her CS in the character sheet tab whenever's convenient.

I'm traveling most of today, but I'll try and take a crack at the introduction to the OOC tonight. Great character sheets all round guys , I'm really excited to get the ball rolling with this one.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

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o_O! Wait a minute, I remember that line from a song somewhere.

My Hider

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5x29ug8gV5M

Post is up, it's just a short excerpt about my character reacting to the full moon. It's not too important to many other characters, just another howl from another monster. :>.

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Looking at faeries will never be the same again.

@potatochipgolem

<Snipped quote by Kingfisher>

o_O! Wait a minute, I remember that line from a song somewhere.

My Hider

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5x29ug8gV5M

Post is up, it's just a short excerpt about my character reacting to the full moon. It's not too important to many other characters, just another howl from another monster. :>.

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Looking at faeries will never be the same again.

@potatochipgolem

Bugger me, that werewolf transformation was bloody spectacular; some amazing description their my friend. Sorry for not getting back to your PM, I've been at my lovely ladies' house. Shall get on that now.

Is this still accepting people?

@Ink Blood

We are indeed! Lemmie know if you've got any questions that need answering.

I've got an Atticus post practically finished and ready to go, but Friday night cocktails caught me before posting did.

So tomorrow… probably not that early.

Just wanted to again say loving reading along with everything and the other characters - mucho looking forwards to interactions with each of you down the line!

@Tsar Gatto

No need to rush, hermano. Life is about enjoying each and every moment. Thoroughly looking forwards to interacting with you!

The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers [SCI FI Academy]

Im going to be writing up a character sheet soon (: This is interesting~~

@Apokalipse

Awesome sauce! Cant Wait to see what you come up with :)

@Song Book I'll just wait for one more character to be approved then I'll put the introductory post up.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

What's that coming over the Hill? Its a giant fuck-off Werewolf.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

The three Lycans stood atop the Church of Saint Somabra, stooped with bestial elegance at the peak of the old building’s immense stone spire.

Ameilkas turned her lean fur-covered head, addressing the titan-like Werewolf who was crouching down to her right.

“Brunkas,” She barked in a hard voice that demanded obedience “Christakas and Dirakas are in position by the Police Station- their scent is strong on the night wind-. The forces of law may be nothing but puppet soldiers in this rats nest, but they are soldiers nonetheless, and must be dealt with accordingly. Go with them, and sever the serpent’s head before it has the chance to slither out of its lair.”

“Your word is law, Den Mother.” The great wolf bowed his head in respect, before leaping from the church roof, tearing through the air, and landing –unharmed- with an earth-shaking thud amidst the rows upon rows of graves below, his powerful legs bending as his clawed feet dug into the thick soil.

“Erikas,” Ameilkas acknowledge the slender Lycan with a gruff nod “Call the others.”

“All of them, Den Mother?” He asked in his scratchy voice.

“All of them.”

The lean werewolf pulled back his head, and a deafening howl thundered forth from his fanged mouth. It rang out across the city, tearing through back-alleys, streets, walkways, and roads. It beckoned to the most primal instincts within every hunter, awakening forgotten ferocities in a gurgling tide of sheer untapped power.

The replies came back almost instantly, a whirlwind of bestial cries, bellowed out for all to hear.

“AAAAAHHROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

On the blurred edges of her view, Ameilkas could see hunched shadows bounding across the rooftops, darting across shingling on all fours, spilling out across the city in a bloodthirsty tide.

“What next, Den Mother?” croaked Erikas.

Ameilkas sniffed at the air with her small leathery muzzle “One of us, a rogue Lycan, was here, not too long ago.”

Erikas grinned, showing rows upon rows of razor sharp fangs “I smell him.”

“Find this traitor, and show him the cost of standing against the great hunt.”

“Your word is law, Den Mother.” And with that Erikas slipped away into the darkness, leaping down from the church roof.

“Too long have the lesser races been allowed to move about unchecked,” Ameilkas muttered to herself “a reckoning is in order; and the dammed will be held accountable for their sins. Look to your gods, rodent scum, for nothing of this earth will save you now.”

*

American West Coast, Santa Somabra, Chinatown, The Hall of Golden Petals

Nyxvira Bloodbloom stood in the main dining room of the Hall of Golden Petals, her obese form tightly clad in a scarlet red kimono, which hugged every feature of her enormous body. Her fiery ginger hair had been styled into two elegant red braids, with golden clasps on each one, which flowed delicately down her broad shoulders, and her great ethereal Faerie wings fluttered gently out of her back, stirring up an almost non-existent breeze.

Fat little Hobbs, with gnarled faces- twisted and pointed-, and bark-like skin, waddled back and forth across the wooden floor, making preparations for the oncoming assault. A few of the stout creatures were fiddling about with an enormous black steel sentry turret, which stood proudly at the back of the dining hall, whilst others set about connecting humongous grey amps to the sound system. The primary focus seemed to be on the main stage, where Hobbs were fiddling about with sounds boards and electric instruments, methodically making note of the volume.

“You really think this’ll work?” Vincent Tűzst, SSPD Officer turned enforcer of the Bloodbloom Syndicate, said with a doubtful look, worry lines evident on his aged face.

“Not afraid of the big bad wolf, are we?” Nyxvira asked with a poorly hidden smirk.

“I’d be stupid not to be.” Vincent said honestly “Taintmarsh Park, 8th of May, 1978. One of these fuckers cut two high-school sweethearts straight in half, turned over a cop car, killed four good men, and took a pounding harder than Razghul’s mother before he went down. These things aren’t a joke.”

“Calm your tits, Tűzst, I’ve been dealing with Hunters for a good hundred or so years longer than you have.” Nyxvira replied snidely. Whilst she was young for a Faerie, and still had a youthful appearance, Nyx had a solid fifty or so years on Vincent, and a large portion of them had been spent navigating the criminal underworld, and dodging magical threats.

“Werewolves don’t like claustrophobic spaces,” Nyx explained “and Chinatown is just winding alleyways and cramped little streets. They’ll come down here trying to cause as much of a mess as possible, but once we push back they’ll fuck off to somewhere more open, and look for easier kills.”

“You know best, boss lady.” Vincent muttered insincerely.

Nyx’s vicious gaze bore into the old man.

“Bitch, have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I’m the matriarch of House Bloodbloom; the oldest, and, motherfucking, meanest family of winged badasses to ever grace you mortal fucking cretins with our presence. I was enslaving humans whilst your Dad was still a glint in your Grandad’s eye, I took on the Chinatown Tong and won, and I have danced this merry, motherfucking, dance many, many times more than thou. So shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down, and let the baddest bitch in Santa Somabra show you how it’s done. Peasant.”

Vincent looked at the floor.

“Now get your arse upstairs,” Nyxvira commanded, unable to stop herself from laughing “there’s some sick puppies on the loose, and they need putting down.”

*

There was silence in Chinatown, as Nyxvira had demanded it. The first few hunters came bounding nimbly over the rooftops, and crashing down into the dull orange lantern-lit streets below with otherworldly grace. They sniffed about, a mismatch of different scents all ripe in their nostrils, and then the singing started.

A sweet, sensual song, with the poisonous grace of forbidden fruit, drifted through the empty streets with honeyed beauty. The words soothed and provoked all at once, beckoning the Hunters to the Hall of Golden Petals, overwhelming all other scents and senses. They plodded down the winding cobbled roads, the ancient tune dancing in their pointed ears. The words were twisted yet graceful, curved in an inhuman manner, accented with tongues not of this world, and swirling with magical splendour.

Nyxvira stood on the wooden balcony which overlooked the dining hall, microphone held elegantly in one fat hand as she continued to sing one of the fabled ballads of her people, calling the Hunters to her doorstep.

No barricades, nor any other fortifications, barred the Werewolves from entering, and soon they had barged into the Hall of Golden Petals; great lupine beasts, hunched and snarling, standing amidst the rows of chairs and tables.

“You look plump and tasty.” Snarled one of the hunters, his great yellow eyes drifting up to Nyxvira as her song ended.

“What a sweet voice,” cackled another “will you sing for us when we rip open that big stomach of yours?”

Nyxvira smiled; a grin dripping with graceful cunning. “Care for one last song?”

The amps exploded in a fit of powerful rock, firing deafening tunes out of their ginormous mass, which vibrated through the very air itself with thunderous might. To a human such volume would be a potential harbinger of tinnitus, to the predatory ears of the Hunters such volume drowned out everything else in existence, flooding the brain with an all-encompassing tsunami of pain. The Hunters shook and wailed, their enormous bodies contorting in agony as the music blasted them to their knees.
It was then that the great oriental tapestry at the far end of the room, strung up between the winding wooden staircases, fell away, revealing the towering black steel sentry gun, and a tower of Hobs, stacked one on top of the other, who were manning it.

The gun blared to life, swinging from side to side like some hellish windscreen wiper, spraying a furious hailstorm of bullets into the tormented werewolves.

The beasts strived to move towards their prey, but the mixture of deafening music and the physical barrier posed by the roaring tide of bullets proved to be too much for them to overcome, halting the oncoming surge of feral bloodlust.

After a solid minute of being struck by a combination of powerful rock and substantially more powerful bullets, the hunters let out a whimpering howl, muffled by the hellish cocktail of noise that was flooding through the Hall of Golden Petals, and went scampering out of the door, tripping over each other to escape.

The gun ceased its bombardment, and the music slowly quietened, until it was gone completely.

Nyxvira removed her rubber earplugs, grinning to herself.

“Why don’t you go fuck with the Rats, you worthless mongrels?!” Vincent called after the Hunters, cackling darkly as her moved into place next to the corpulent faerie.

“Come crawling into my territory again,” Nyxvira roared “and I’m taking the safety off. There’s only once monster in Chinatown; and she doesn’t have a snout and a tail.”

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I'm gonna be putting up our collab posts now! Since me and the crafty pig are finishing up our collab, I've decided to post the ones we've already finished first. I'll post this one first, then the next one tomorrow, and the next the day after that, so as not to completely spam the thread.

@DJAtomika

Something hunter-related might pop up inbetween your posts, but it won't extend to the power plant, so it shouldn't have an effect.

The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers [SCI FI Academy]

@Song Book @Javier

Hawk and Darius are both approved! Please move their Character sheets into the CS tab.

The Bloody Embrace: An institution for young killers [SCI FI Academy]

Oh I really should get to work on a character here.

What exactly don't we have? I won't be making a hacker of any sort; she'll leave that to the nerds.

@ViolentViolet

Surprisingly we don't have a sniper-type character.