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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Gah!

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

"Ouroboros, not the dragon, but the place," Olivia spoke up to explain to Cade, after glancing at the two newcomers. The first time she had spoken since she made it to Venice. She had been too caught up in the sights of the Italian city. She squinted at her fellow Asylum as if she wanted to try to figure him out, before shrugging and continuing. "Where Asylums are granted sanctuary, and it is neutral ground for all Asylums."

Click click click.

Olivia paused for a second. "It's a place where information can be bought and sold. It would be a good place where someone trying to hide would run to." Olivia frowned. "But..."

Click click click.

She cleared her throat. "But if Anya did go to Ouroboros, I doubt she'd be there long. Either way, Ouroboros would be an ideal-"

Click click click.

"Do you mind?" Olivia hissed as she shot a glare towards her partner. He wasn't even looking at the cursed cube. He was watching the conversation and making sure he didn't miss anything. At her question, he rolled his eyes and put the brightly coloured toy into his pocket with exaggerated motions before gesturing for her to continue.

"Thank you. Now where was I? Right! Ouroboros would be the best place to pick up her trail."

"And we best be quick about it." Lawrence stood up from his seat and addressed the group. "If the girl is being hunted by whoever destroyed her family, they may have no qualms about razing Ouroboros in search of her"

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Lawrence Murphy

Name: Lawrence Murphy

Official Title: Bang

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Sliencer

Alchemic Style: Vocem as the primary and Motem as the secondary.

Asylum Code: XXIII (23) behind his left ear

Weapons:

Ranged: An easily, to him, customize-able sniper rifle compatible with a variety of ammo types that he usually chooses three of based on mission. His favorites being incendiary, anti-tank, and .50 cal. When the rifle is disassembled, the parts shift into hollow numbered metal bars of varying size between 1-2 feet.

Utility: Two ice-picks modified to vibrate at an extremely high frequency to pierce most materials. These picks connect to a harness via a retractable high-strength wire. When an electrical current passes through the wire, it locks into place and will not move until the current is stopped. He uses these picks to get himself into an advantageous position to kill his target.

Alchemy Specialization:
Lawrence is able to manipulate sound, and how people can hear it. He can create loud, distracting noises, deafen someone with silence, or mimic sounds that have been heard, but for the most part, his specialty are bubbles of silence, any noise that gets made inside those bubbles are completely nullified and will not pass outside of them.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Lawrence is a stout man standing at 5'2" with piercing brown eyes, a tan complexion, and the physique of a rock climber. He keeps his brown hair in a crew-cut and is clean-shaven. His nose is slightly crooked. Almost as if it was broken and set improperly. His attire when he doesn't have a target would be called casual camo with his climbing harness underneath, but for anyone paying attention, the camo is usually tailored to the colours of the location. He's almost always seen carrying a camper's bag with his ice-picks tied to it and his disassembled rifle inside. When he's got his target in his sights, he's wearing a much higher quality camouflage.

Personality: Lawrence is a man who values efficiency above all else. Which is why, despite being a silencer himself, he despises the majority of the personality types that take the specialty of silencer. His thoughts are that being a slave to anger is an easy way of getting yourself killed. While he himself is not immune to getting angry, he doesn't wear it on his sleeve as other silencers do.

Whenever his isn't on a mission, Lawrence cannot stay motionless for too long. He is often either seen fidgeting with one of his many Rubik's Cubes, disassembling and reassembling his sniper rifle, or pacing.

He is not a conversationalist.

History: To be revealed

Other:
Unless he is inside one of his silence bubbles, or uses his ability on himself Lawrence is deaf, and as such:

He is exceptional at reading lips.
He knows sign language.
His deafness wasn't from birth so his speech isn't affected.

Likes to collect Rubik's Cubes.

Olivia Lanius

Name: Olivia "Liv" Lanius

Official Title: Stitches

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Hunter

Alchemic Style: Sigillum is the primary, and Vocem is secondary

Asylum Code: LIV (54) vertically centered on the back of the neck

Weapons:

Thorne: A needle-like dagger disguised to look like a rose hairpin and is always seen in her hair. When held in the palm of the hand and squeezed, the rose shrinks as the the handle and blade form from the metal. How tightly the rose is squeezed determines the length of the blade. The blade is religiously coated in anti-alchemy substance.

Blotters: A pair of handguns, seemingly identical. Only Olivia knows the difference. One is compatible with several ammo types, like Anti-alchemic, incendiary, and explosive. One is only compatible with Olivia's specialized Ink Blotter bullets, syringe-like bullets with programmed ink inside of it. When the bullets embed in skin, the ink is injected and forms a sigil that stays dormant until activated by a verbal command.

Alchemy Specialization:

Sensory Manipulation: Touch

Olivia is able to affect a person's sensory input of touch. If it can be felt, it can be manipulated by her. She can bring forth sensations that the brain has scrubbed out. She can make someone feel the worst pain they could imagine, or she could numb them completely. This ability has proved useful in interrogating and determining the location of rogue alchemists.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Olivia stands at around 5'4" and is always seen wearing bright pastel colours off mission. Her shoulder-length brown hair is usually in a different style each day, and sometimes, it changes during the day. There is a look of mischief seemingly permanently etched into her light blue eyes, and at brief moments, almost a feral hunger.

When she is on a hunt, however, she wears muted grays and blacks. She ties her hair up tight and tucks it into a beanie. The only thing of colour she has is Thorne, which she keeps pinned to her beanie and within quick access.

Personality: Happy-go-lucky would be one way to describe Liv. Her carefree attitude seems like her way of dealing with hunting down and, for the most part, ensuring that rouge alchemists don't live to see another day. But if someone got to know her, they'd learn that she thrives for the hunt, revels in it. Her favorite part of the hunt, it would seem, are her interrogations. She is quick to get information from rouge alchemists.

She does tend to get bored and restless while waiting on the mission, usually causing Lawrence to put her in a silence bubble so she doesn't alert anyone with her sighing and repeatedly stating her boredom.

History: Will be revealed

Other:
She knows sign language.
She hates the sound of a Rubik's Cube.
She loves trying new food.
She has a high pain tolerance

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

There we are, changes have been made.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

WOOO! I'm done my CSes, Hopefully they are fine.

Lawrence Murphy

Name: Lawrence Murphy

Official Title: Bang

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Sliencer

Alchemic Style: Vocem as the primary and Motem as the secondary.

Asylum Code: XXIII (23) behind his left ear

Weapons:

Ranged: An easily, to him, customize-able sniper rifle compatible with a variety of ammo types that he usually chooses three of based on mission. His favorites being incendiary, anti-tank, and .50 cal. When the rifle is disassembled, the parts shift into hollow numbered metal bars of varying size between 1-2 feet.

Utility: Two ice-picks modified to vibrate at an extremely high frequency to pierce most materials. These picks connect to a harness via a retractable high-strength wire. When an electrical current passes through the wire, it locks into place and will not move until the current is stopped. He uses these picks to get himself into an advantageous position to kill his target.

Alchemy Specialization:
Lawrence is able to manipulate sound, and how people can hear it. He can create loud, distracting noises, deafen someone with silence, or mimic sounds that have been heard, but for the most part, his specialty are bubbles of silence, any noise that gets made inside those bubbles are completely nullified and will not pass outside of them.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Lawrence is a stout man standing at 5'2" with piercing brown eyes, a tan complexion, and the physique of a rock climber. He keeps his brown hair in a crew-cut and is clean-shaven. His nose is slightly crooked. Almost as if it was broken and set improperly. His attire when he doesn't have a target would be called casual camo with his climbing harness underneath, but for anyone paying attention, the camo is usually tailored to the colours of the location. He's almost always seen carrying a camper's bag with his ice-picks tied to it and his disassembled rifle inside. When he's got his target in his sights, he's wearing a much higher quality camouflage.

Personality: Lawrence is a man who values efficiency above all else. Which is why, despite being a silencer himself, he despises the majority of the personality types that take the specialty of silencer. His thoughts are that being a slave to anger is an easy way of getting yourself killed. While he himself is not immune to getting angry, he doesn't wear it on his sleeve as other silencers do.

Whenever his isn't on a mission, Lawrence cannot stay motionless for too long. He is often either seen fidgeting with one of his many Rubik's Cubes, disassembling and reassembling his sniper rifle, or pacing.

He is not a conversationalist.

History: To be revealed

Other:
Unless he is inside one of his silence bubbles, or uses his ability on himself Lawrence is deaf, and as such:

He is exceptional at reading lips.
He knows sign language.
His deafness wasn't from birth so his speech isn't affected.

Likes to collect Rubik's Cubes.

Olivia Lanius

Name: Olivia "Liv" Lanius

Official Title: Stitches

Team Title: SenDep

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Position: Asylum

Specialty: Hunter

Alchemic Style: Sigillum is the primary, and Vocem is secondary

Asylum Code: LIV (54) vertically centered on the back of the neck

Weapons:

Thorne: A needle-like dagger disguised to look like a rose hairpin and is always seen in her hair. When held in the palm of the hand and squeezed, the rose shrinks as the the handle and blade form from the metal. How tightly the rose is squeezed determines the length of the blade. The blade is religiously coated in anti-alchemy substance.

Blotters: A pair of handguns, seemingly identical. Only Olivia knows the difference. One is compatible with several ammo types, like Anti-alchemic, incendiary, and explosive. One is only compatible with Olivia's specialized Ink Blotter bullets, syringe-like bullets with programmed ink inside of it. When the bullets embed in skin, the ink is injected and forms a sigil that stays dormant until activated by a verbal command.

Alchemy Specialization:

Sensory Manipulation: Touch

Olivia is able to affect a person's sensory input of touch. If it can be felt, it can be manipulated by her. She can bring forth sensations that the brain has scrubbed out. She can make someone feel the worst pain they could imagine, or she could numb them completely. This ability has proved useful in interrogating and determining the location of rogue alchemists.

Alchemic Overdrive: TBD

Appearance: Olivia stands at around 5'4" and is always seen wearing bright pastel colours off mission. Her shoulder-length brown hair is usually in a different style each day, and sometimes, it changes during the day. There is a look of mischief seemingly permanently etched into her light blue eyes, and at brief moments, almost a feral hunger.

When she is on a hunt, however, she wears muted grays and blacks. She ties her hair up tight and tucks it into a beanie. The only thing of colour she has is Thorne, which she keeps pinned to her beanie and within quick access.

Personality: Happy-go-lucky would be one way to describe Liv. Her carefree attitude seems like her way of dealing with hunting down and, for the most part, ensuring that rouge alchemists don't live to see another day. But if someone got to know her, they'd learn that she thrives for the hunt, revels in it. Her favorite part of the hunt, it would seem, are her interrogations. She is quick to get information from rouge alchemists.

She does tend to get bored and restless while waiting on the mission, usually causing Lawrence to put her in a silence bubble so she doesn't alert anyone with her sighing and repeatedly stating her boredom.

History: Will be revealed

Other:
She knows sign language.
She hates the sound of a Rubik's Cube.
She loves trying new food.
She has a high pain tolerance

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Hmm... saw the interest check and I do think that I am interested. I might get a CS up soon.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith Calder

Leith slowly made his way through the crowds, keeping an eye on the beacon that Ssarak created for the thief. He made sure to keep his arm concealed by his cloak so he didn't cause any alarm in the vast crowd. Movement caught his eyes on the rooftops in the direction Lyn had gone, and as he turned to see what was going on, his blood ran cold as Lyn miscalculated a jump and collided with the edge of the other roof and started sliding down. Luckily, Ssarak was there to catch Lyn before she got hurt. Breathing a sigh of relief, he returned to wading through the mass of merrymakers. As he approached the warehouse, Leith got the message from Ssarak and made his way towards an entrance, waiting for further instructions.

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Darius Jura

The desert at night was a beautiful sight. Darius sighed as he looked out into the night and reminisced of years past. This place, this land, it was his home, but because of the revolt and subsequent revolution, it no longer was. It was a hard fact, but it was one he had to accept. Now, all he could do is offer insight on what the college should do with the new Yarosmere. Darius glanced at the guards on the ramps and scoffed. These men were as green as they come.

Darius figured that these men volunteered so they could have an advantage in any fight that came to them. As he watched them, he frowned as one of the guards started aiming their crossbow into the night. He followed the man's line of sight and his jaw dropped when he saw the man aiming at a group of people in the distance that were approaching.

As the snow elf made her quip, Darius quickly crossed the distance between him and the guard and stood before him. He glared down at the man as he spoke to him in a quiet tone. "Has this revolution rocked Yarosmere so much so that her guardsmen shoot people they cannot see clearly?" Darius glowered at the man before he continued. "Lower that crossbow, before your superiors hear about this."

Torn Across the Rift

XIII narrowed his eyes when he heard a howl coming from down the corridor followed by a bang and a flash of green light. If that was in the direction of the control room, they might end up wasting time if they got caught up in the situation. He turned to Rozalind.

"We have to get to the control room and figure out if this is a drill or not and help coordinate evacuations if need be, but that being said, that isn't in the direction of the control room is it?" XIII ran his hand through his hair. "And if so, is there a way around?"

Torn Across the Rift

XIII followed after Rozalind as she called for confirmation on the lights. When no answer came from the comms, XIII spoke up. "We need to go. The lights should have stayed on a bit longer even if it was a drill, right? So we can assume that there is a breach in the hull and someone is trying to keep it quiet."

XIII ran to the door and looked down the hallway.

"So where would someone go to disable the comms?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Leith Calder

Leith chased after the thief, silently cursing his inability to sprint long distances. The trap he made did manage to trip the thief up momentarily and Leith winced at the sound the man's arm made when he hit the wall. Despite that, however, the man continued to run, much to Leith's dismay. Already, a stitch was starting to form in Leith side, and he was starting to gasp in breaths. He wouldn't be able to chase the thief for that much longer, but he could attempt to try something to make it easier to track the man.

As the man ran into the tunnel, Leith gathered his water into a rapidly spinning cone and with a swipe of his arm, sent it towards the man's legs. It wasn't big enough to drastically harm the man. It was just enough to draw blood. With his last attempt done, Leith slowed down as he exited the tunnel into the crowd of people enjoying the festivities and braced himself against a nearby wall, catching sight of Lyn scaling up another. Leith took a moment to catch his breath before rejoining the chase, albeit a little slower. Searching the ground for any signs of blood and keeping an eye on the light that pinpointed the location of the thief.

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Darius Jura

"If we somehow offend the King, all we can do is hope that the fact that we are from the college grants us some immunity. That is it." Darius answered the snow elf before thinking about her other question. He scratched his cheek lazily as he looked around the room. "We could tell the college that Yarosmere has undergone a revolution and is now a new country and very unstable. We should not offer any aid until it has stabilized. But we have yet to meet the King, and so we have nothing to tell the college yet." With that said, Darius leaned backwards in his chair and rested his feet on the table and got comfortable as he waited for Yolin to return/