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A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

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Denali Keesda

{"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool"}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies

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⚜/☯Luke Teth⚜/☯
"The Captain? He seems like a pretty good guy. I get the feeling he's been through a lot more than a lot of the crew know about, but I don't like to pry so I haven't asked about it."
Nali hasn't spoken an awful lot with Luke yet apart from the usual formalities between a ship's captain and the on board medic. "Nobody's bleeding to death?" "No sir" "Excellent, keep up the good work." He respects Luke and knows he's the 'man in charge', so wouldn't argue with him. Nali's picked up on small psychological signals that indicate Luke has seen some rough living, but without being that close to him he feels that it's not his place to ask about it, even on a professional level. Though he knows he could help, he also knows that it might be a sensitive topic and so he would rather wait until Luke broaches the subject first.

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☯/§ Matthew McConnell ☯/§
"I'm not so sure about Matthew just yet...I think he's alright, though....when he's not messing around."
While most people distrust mercenaries first and get to know them later, as someone who once worked as a merc Nali views Matthew with an open mind. They may even find some common ground, if Nali can get past Matthew's sometimes overly-relaxed nature. He feels that sometimes Matthew should take things a little more seriously!

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⚜/☯ Sutton Corandel ⚜/☯
"Sutton is more approachable than Matthew, even though they're similar in personality. She's pretty good conversation if I need someone to talk to."
They've spoken on the odd occasion, and Nali likes to think that he can approach Sutton if he needs to bring anything to her attention. She can always let Luke know, too, if she thinks it's important enough. He finds her adventurousness somewhat easier to tolerate than Matthew's, perhaps because she's just more approachable in general to him?

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☮ Corrina Sorovia ☮
"A REALLY lousy dejarik player, but good fun to hang around with nonetheless."
Corrina is Nali's go-to partner when he fancies a game of dejarik. Sure, she sucks at it, but he doesn't mind (heck, he's cheated and/or bent the rules more times than he can count, and then laughed about how easily she believed they were the real ones later!), that's half the fun after all! Probably the person on the ship he's the closest to out of all the current crew members, though they're still not peas-in-a-pod close or anything like that.

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§ Kayala Stalack §
"Seriously? You know we're on the same side, right?"
There's just something unsettling about someone who doesn't stick to one identity to start with, it's never sat right with Nali. As if that wasn't bad enough, Kayala's phobia of doctors just gets on his nerves. As far as Nali's concerned, it just makes his job difficult when he's trying to help her and she's doing everything she can to avoid the medbay, especially when more serious health matters are concerned.

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§ HK-86 §
"That droid gives me the creeps. I stay out of his way and he stays out of mine."
There's something about HK that just rubs Nali the wrong way. Perhaps it's the constant 'meatbag' references (which the doctor does not appreciate by any means), or it's seeming enjoyment in causing pain to other individuals. He tries to maintain a relatively polite disposition, but on occasion Nali has lost his patience and let HK know that he doesn't approve of his willingness to hurt people. He's even forbidden the droid from coming into the medbay; he's not taking his chances...all droids are perfectly capable of tampering with records and/or equipment after all, even if they are just 'protocol droids'.

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⚜ Gol Zhavromi ⚜
"Gol saves my ass every time I can't work the medbay computer, I owe her for that! I get the feeling I irritate her sometimes, though."
Next to Corrina, Gol is probably the second person Nali interacts with the most on the Raven. A veritable lifesaver, when he can't get things to work on the medbay's computer, Gol is always there to save the flustered doctor's behind, even if she snaps at him sometimes.

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A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@The Elvenqueen Ahh k, didn't know if you had had a chance to fix the line break issue Pundii wanted fixed, so threw that in there just in case. But yeah, put it up and I'll go over it for you. As far as relations go, I'll pm you for Kayala.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@The Elvenqueen Here you go - Click view raw to get the code. Well for your Cs with the hr issue fixed. Pm me your relation sheet and I will fix it.

Denali Keesda

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Denali Keesda

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Character Summary

Name: Denali Keesda
Aliases: Nali (childhood nickname/preferred alias)
Age: 27
Species: Echani
Homeworld: Eshan
Allegiance: New Republic, but semi Neutral to a degree (sides with the Republic, but if someone from the Empire’s side was wounded or dying and he was the only one who could help them, he’d still do it)
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Durese, Twi’lek, Huttese, keen to learn others as well
Occupation: Doctor/Medic, ex-soldier

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Appearance

Height: 5’5”
Weight: 111 Ibs
Build: Skinny and somewhat twiggy-looking, though isn’t as weak as he physically appears, more than capable of holding his own against someone of equal or less height/weight than himself
Eyes: Grey-blue
Hair: Pale, white/platinum-blonde
Skin Tone: Pale/alabaster
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A few medium-sized scars on his cheek, shoulder and torso from training sessions/battles in his younger years, smaller ones on his hands from medical training accidents
Personal Style: Nali’s overall style can be summarised as “smart casual, and predominantly practical” in nature. He wears very little jewellery, only a locket containing a picture of himself and his sister when they were younger, as this is an important keepsake to him. Any other extras are a hazard to him while working as they could become caught up in instruments and equipment while working. For the same reason, his hair is kept quite short, just reaching his ears (this is pinned up out of the way when performing surgery or stitches etc.). Sterile gloves and a surgical mask are never far from his reach should he need them.

He is most often seen in his full medical scrubs/lab coat outfit, in case anyone comes into the medbay requiring treatment, or the group get into a scrape while working planetside. As underclothes however, he dresses casually but sensibly enough to make a good impression. A loose creamy white cotton shirt, tucked into well-tailored off-grey trousers and donning a grey jacket over the top to protect him from the elements. He will either travel barefoot (most often around the Raven when performing general daily tasks that don’t involve surgery or needing to remain totally sterile) or cover his feet with sensible ankle-height brown boots.

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Psychology

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[+/-] Pacifist * [+] Compassionate * [-] Shy/Quiet * [+/-]Observant * [+] Logical * [-] Sensitive *

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
Nali is an entirely capable fighter given his previous combat training, however since losing his sister he made the decision to actively avoid conflicts of any sort, leading to a pacifistic attitude. He would rather keep out of it than get involved in any punch ups; he will quite gladly patch someone up after a fight, but don’t expect him to step in unless he literally has to because his life depends on it. Instead, he has devoted his time to learning how to care for and help others. Thus he offers his aid to anyone who might need it, regardless of which side of the conflict they might happen to fall on. He is gentle and understanding even with the most frightened or irate of patients and very rarely loses his cool.

Nali was never particularly talkative, that was Rhine’s thing. Essentially speaks when spoken to out of his regular duties and reports, while he enjoys company and doesn’t like being alone he finds it hard to initiate conversations because he’s often not sure what to say. Prefers it if someone else approaches him and begins a topic first, which he can then draw upon and add to. While he doesn’t say an awful lot, Nali notices and picks up on a lot of things; he just doesn’t mention it unless he believes it is worth bringing to someone’s attention.

Nali enjoys figuring out problems and learning new techniques, skills and languages. If he’s not playing dejarik or at work in the medbay, then he’s in his quarters pouring over his latest set of books and scrolls. Quite sensitive, especially to being left on his own. He gets restless and edgy without company if alone for too long.

Habits:

• Often walks around barefoot (unless it’s particularly dangerous or unsafe to do so)
• Taps/drums his fingers when concentrating

Hobbies:

• Dejarik
• Reading-especially anything to do with lore and/or languages
• Enjoys a friendly spar with crewmates every now and again when not busy with duties, to keep his combat and hand-to-hand skills up to snuff so he doesn’t lose his edge entirely

Fears:

• Aticyphobia- Failing in my duties is the worst possible thing that can happen to me,
• Isolaphobia- Being on my own with no-one to talk to would make me really uneasy!
• Atelophobia- I would hate to not be able to help someone or complete a task because my skills weren’t up to snuff!

Likes:

• Healing/helping people
• Keeping the medbay tidy and organised
• Reading/books, learning and/or discovering new things in general
• Having someone to talk to/keep him company while working
• Problem solving
• Space travel/visiting new places

Dislikes:

• The war in general
• Overly cluttered workplace/not being able to find his supplies or equipment
• Overly rude or aggressive individuals
• Don’t mention his sister, especially not in a snide or nasty joke, unless you want him to get pretty upset at you
• Losing a patient
• Being alone/on his own for too long

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General Skills:

• Medicine
• Negotiate
• Xenology
• Lore
• Athletics
• Vigilance
• Computers (Basic-i.e. He can use one to input/store medical notes and/or to draw up blueprints or whatever for medical equipment and the like, but he’s by no means a whiz with them)

Combat Skills:

• Brawl/Hand-to-Hand
• Blades-particularly favours Vibroblades
• Melee
• Getting injured people out of the line of fire and keeping it that way

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - underclothes- white cotton shirt, off-grey trousers, off-grey jacket, grey-brown ankle height boots; medical scrubs/labcoat/jacket worn over the top when working in the medbay, accompanied by a sterile mask and gloves when necessary
• Locket containing a picture of himself and Rhine, always worn around his neck
• Wallet- ID card, credits
• Keycard for accessing the Raven’s medbay/medical computer and storage associated with it
• Datapad
• Medical kit-first aid kit e.g bandages, sterile wash, emergency surgical suppliesetc., also contains his medical equipment i.e. scalpel, scissors, needle and stitches, s and suchlike
• (Holo)communicator/earpiece
• Vibroblade sheath (belt/waist placement)
• Echani vibroblade (he rarely uses it nowadays, but carries it at all times in case it’s needed for self defence)

Quarters:

• Books, scrolls and other lore items he has collected over the years-mainly on languages, but some on Echani techniques and some on certain planets he’s most likely to visit. Plenty of these!
• Medical files/notes for each crew member of the Raven
• Photos from home
• Holoprojector with some recordings of himself and Rhine during their training etc., the verse’s equivalent of home videos
• Dejarik set
• Force pike
• Crossword puzzles and writing implement(s)
• Spare clothes/medical scrubs
• Spare rations

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History

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: “I still believe that the Empire was responsible, even if only indirectly, for what happened to my sister. And because of that I could never join them, so that left me with only one alternative: the Republic. Even if Rhine hadn’t died fighting the Empire, I don’t think I could support their ideologies. I’ve seen enough of their thirst for war and blood, and I have no wish to be a part of it. I will fight if I have to in order to support the Republic, but they seem to share the same overall end goal...to just have this conflict end and have relative peace return to the galaxy.”
History: Born on the Echani home planet of Eshan alongside his twin sister, Rhine; Denali was the ‘younger’ of the pair. Shared a particularly close bond with his sister and was never seen far from her side, the two grew up and trained together. As with all Echani, they were trained quite extensively in melee and hand-to-hand combat, though Denali also showed his own private interest in lore and languages, studying them whenever he got the chance to take a break from his other lessons; he studied holocrons, books and scrolls and the like whenever he could get hold of them, learning to speak a couple of the more common alien languages (Huttese, Durese and Twi’lek). While his sister found such persuits rather ‘boring’, she would humour him when she could bear it and in return he would accompany her on exploratory adventures in their spare time. Denali was always the more ‘sensible’ twin. He would be the one to pull his sister back and reign her in when she got over eager and rushed off into reckless situations, often saving her from many awkward or otherwise compromising situations.

When they came of age and they had completed their required levels of training (at around 14 years old), both siblings enlisted in the army but were placed in separate units/divisions due to their slightly differing skill sets. They served time in the military for several years, and joined in the war effort when the Empire’s quest for power finally reached their system, sometime shortly after the Clone Wars petered out. It was during one such battle that Rhine’s carelessness finally caught up with her. She was badly wounded in an ambush attack as were many other members of her unit, and although Denali managed to reach his twin, he was not adequately first aid trained to save her life.

Losing his sister made him rethink his outlook on life. Denali lost his motivation to fight, which his people would consider strange and abnormal. Regardless, he made the decision to leave his homeworld hoping that the solitude would help him to come to terms with his loss. Denali travelled to Dantooine where he worked as a mercenary for a while before making the decision to stop fighting battles for the most part, and seeking to re-train in the medical field. It took him a few years, but with careful practise and the determination to learn so that he would never lose someone close to him again, Denali managed to earn the title of a doctor. When the Raven came through the area recruiting for a medical personnel to serve on the ship during their travels, he applied and was taken onto the crew.

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Extras

Character Quote: A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
Theme Song:
Imperial Record: File of any crimes you committed against the Empire
Anything Else:
Fighting Off Ice Demons!
Uhmm, are we talking overall completely out of the whole saga? I’m probably gonna get shot for this but I actually liked Episode I (Darth Maul and Qui Gon, man ;w;) ...The Force Awakens was pretty epic too though, excited to see where Disney goes with the rest of the episodes!
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Sana Rawn

Location: Gorlf Northern Territory - North of the Caravan
Interacting With: Brezcar and a Dozen Orcs

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Sana kept riding out at full tilt, wanting to put as much distance between her and the party that was Kyra was with. The further out she got the better she would be able to keep as much distance between them and anything that might pop up. Sana knew it wasn't the best idea to just ride full tilt like she was, it took away from being able to spot trouble and eventually she slowed down when she figured she was miles enough ahead to buy the group some time if they needed up needing it. From the looks of the fowl that Kyra had shot, they would probably be at least an hour before they set out. Lunch was a good thing but Sana would just have to hope they at least saved her something little when she met back up with them come evening or find something else.

Pulling Epona's reins back gently she slowed down to a trot and began to keep a better eye out. The road was starting to wind a lot, making it difficult to keep a clear line of sight, and with the way the wind was blowing any scent that hit Sana seemed to come from all directions. At least it wasn't raining anymore and where she was didn't seem to have gotten as drenched as where they had been the night before. The road only had spots of puddles here and there and was drying up over the flatter areas.

"I would suggest that you stop," a deep voice echoed out around Sana. Her brows rose as she yanked back and Epona came to a halt. This was either going to be very good or very bad. With her luck, very bad. "That's a girl," the same voice echoed about. Sana let go of the reins, her hands moving to grab her bow. "Not a good idea."

Sighing Sana dropped her hands, for now, and looked around. "Well you could at least come out and introduce yourself, or do you have no manners jackass?" she asked rather irritated.

"I'd watch what you say," the voice said before the rustle of foliage could be heard at different points in front of her. Glancing around Sanas lips thinned as a dozen orcs with weapons drawn came out of the forest line and then were followed by something that looked to be half orc and maybe half ogre? She could tell, but she was sure that he had to be the ugliest thing she had ever laid eyes on. "I'm Brezcar, and you are?"

"Sana."

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Marc Tinder

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Location: His Childhood Bedroom

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Marc had had a hard time sleeping that night even though he was back in his own bed at his parents house. He spent half the night on the phone with Tim about the new murders but he refused to leave the house. Ashley was with him and he wasn't about to leave her alone with his parents when everything was going down. He wasn't exactly happy that she was even in a different room than he was right then. He wanted to be able to keep an eye on her at all times. So when she stumbled into his room in the middle of the yawning and half sleep walking he wasn't complaining.

He had been shirtless but slipped a t-shirt on just so things wouldn't get even more awkward and let her climb in bed. He found himself holding her for a good long while until he was sure she was sound asleep, then just sat there watching her like he had when they were younger. The simple act made him both very happy and somber at the same time. He had missed her and was mentally kicking himself for not opening up to her all those years ago and letting her get away. Sure they were still good friends and he cherished that, it was more than Ada and Kai had had all those years.

Ada and Kai... The thought of them getting back together made him feel a little jealous, he was happy for them but in the same breath wished the same could happen for him and Ashley but he knew that wasn't going to happen. She was dating someone. He couldn't exactly make a move on her now, it just wouldn't be the honorable thing to do. Thoughts swam through his mind but the FBI agent finally fell asleep; granted it was a little closer to dawn than he would have liked.

He was in deep sleep when Ashley had woken and was trying to sneak out but Miss Graceful made sure that he wasn't going to stay asleep and when all the sounds broken through an caused him to rouse he shot up, his hand reflexively slipping under the bed as he wrapped his fingers around his side arm and pulled it out. Jumping out of bed and looking around quickly before sighing as he saw Ashley and lowered his gun. "I didn't think we did anything to cause you to pull a walk of shame," he teased as he set the gun down on his nightstand and walked over to her, careful not to step on the glass. Reaching out he swept her up into his arms and turned, setting her down on the edge of the bed.

"Let me get a broom and dustpan, don't move. I don't want you cutting your foot," he said as he slipped his feet into his shoes and stepped out of the room for a few.

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Dj Lawson

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Location: Jasmin's Hotel Room

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Lawson yawned deeply as he rolled over onto his back and stretched some, he had actually slept rather well that night despite all the flashbacks he could end up getting in his dreams and the fact he was on a pull out couch. It was still much more comfortable than what he had slept on for years while a prisoner of war; a hard and cold cement floor. Rubbing his eyes a moment before opening them he glanced around and took stock of where he was. The sound of the shower running and Jasmin humming coming through the bathroom door. He couldn't help but grin a bit as he laced his fingers and tucked them behind his head.

Yesterday had been nothing of what he had expected. He had thought he would find his bride and spend the night holding her. It didn't happen that way. He ended up in bed alone and with the confirmed notion that she would never be his again. It was a hard pill to swallow at first but the more he thought about what she had said to him and what they had been through when they actually were together the more it made sense. Lawson was a sensible man and agreed with Adelaide but that didn't take all the pain away. He knew in time it would get better, it already was but he still needed time to heal.

Rolling his shoulders back he was glad that he and Jasmine had decided against getting drunk the night before. Sure, it could have led to some very interesting moments but it seemed that it was better for both of them that if something like that were to happen it happened naturally and not under the influence of something else. Sighing he sat up slowly, his blonde hair disheveled as his feet hit the floor and he reached over for his shirt. Yawning deep he just rested his elbows on his thighs, hunching over a bit as he worked to get the shirt turned right-side out.

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Adelaide Grimaldi

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Location: Kai's Hotel Room

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"It didn't asked to be stepped on either," Ada countered before sighing. "More like 90/10 with the odds against you," she added she followed him and grabbed a hold of his foot. Last thing she wanted was for him to topple over right then. Pressing gently against the bottom off his foot with her handkerchief, holding it there with one hand as she tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear with the other. Looking over to him she shook her head slowly.

"How about we both just stick to what we are good at. You just stick being making up for lost time and I'll stick to getting things done," she said in a light hearted manner trying to ease the tension. It was always like this between them when they were together and now they were right back at it. After a moment she started laughing a little and slipped her arm around his waist.

"Seems a lot of things never change, let's get you to where you can actually put your boots on. You know, before I storm off again cause you know it is going to happen," she said giggling as she helped him over to the bed and grabbed her purse, pulling out a small travel pack of banaides, ever the prepared Adelaide. Grabbing the remote to the Tv she turned it on before sitting down on the carpet in front of him and motioning for him to hand her his foot so she could finish taking care of it. The sound of Tims voice on the TV made her freeze as he announced the three other murders that had happened over night.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Danica Graves

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Location: #8 Aunt Sues Inn
Interacting With: The Net

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Sighing Danica got up from her chair and took a quick shower and changed. After everything she was figuring it might be the last one she would be able to grab. Picking out some cargo pants, a t-shirt, hoodie, and boots to wear she got dressed. Her thoughts kept going back to Elizabeth and while she was glad she was not longer feeling like Satan was trying to birth himself from her uterus she hadn't wanted the newly born demon to die. The woman seemed good enough and had actually tried to help her as well when the ghost showed up.

The ghost, the mention of the book. Sighing she threw her hair up in a ponytail, might as well try to do something productive. She was a journalist after all, well in a way. Looking around she started grabbing various history and mythology books she had piled up and grabbed her lap top. A note pad and pen later she was nose deep in all of it, trying to research as much as she could. Any references to demons, to ghosts, how the man had died that she had seen, references to the book he had spoken about.

She stayed off her blog for the time being, not wanting to deal with anymore trolls. It was time to figure all this out, if she could. It was the end of the world after all and tomorrow might not come. The net was a bitch to get through, of course with everything going on there was conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory up and about. The freaks were out in force but with all hell breaking loose, literally, it seemed that some of them were not as far off their rockers as one would original imagine. Funny how that works out.

Sighing as he rested her forehead against the palm of her hand she chewed on a piece of gum, popping small bubbles from time to time. She wanted to spit out the piece but knew if she did she would just end up chewing on the end of the pen instead and the result would be a mouth full of ink before long. Grumbling under her breath she kept taking notes, but it was slow going. The lines of fact and fiction were blurred right then.

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Retribution: Things on the ship are going smoothly and the crew is doing what it can to get everything loaded up and stowed for now but there has been a bit of a hiccup. Retribution was not set to leave port for another three hours so not everything has been delivered yet. The rest of the food and medical supplies are still on their way, it will be at least another hour before anyone can go anywhere.

Another hail comes through the comm. Once the bridge answers the hail, the vid will show this woman; Admiral Thorton for the Alliance. "Captain Quinn, you will be receiving a new addition to the crew shortly; one Doctor Moreau. Former Commander. Do not leave port without him."

Vengeance: Temperatures are climbing a bit on the planets surface but thankfully things at least physically are not heating up within. The repairs still look to take two to four days to get finished. It may go a little faster if there were more hands to help, or who knows more hands may just slow Gideon down and make things worse. For now, you all are stuck. Outside of the ship the coast is clear for now.

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Anisa Crowe

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Location: Dining Room -> Outside The Ship

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Anisa's eyes narrowed towards Atticus as he started in one his little bible verse of the day. It was bad enough he would spout of scripture when ever he seemed to feel like it. It was ten times more aggravating as he piped in when she was already near the limit of her tolerance for anything biblical. A busted up ship and being late for a drop off was enough to make her level of patience absolutely none.

The sound of each of her knuckles popping could be heard as the line of her jaw stiffened. Taking a slow step over towards the table. Placing each of her palms on the edge of the table as she watched the man shuffle the deck of cards, right then even the sweet sound of them folding together was irritating her. Lowering down a bit she got on eye level with the man as the tips of her fingers curled under the edge of the worn wooden table. The look in her eye would have been one that Atticus would have known well, the entire crew knew that look.

"Like the moment I finally put a bullet in your skull? I'll remember that," she hissed through clenched teeth as she righted herself, her hands still remaining gripped to the edge of the table. A suddenly heft up and the other side of the table dipped down as she half flipped the thing, hoping to spill the Preacher out on his bible beating ass.

She didn't bother to stay and see if it worked, the sound of the table legs hitting the ground as she dropped it back into place. Turning on her heels, the sounds of them clacking against metal letting the crew know that she was headed not towards the bridge anymore but down to the main cargo area and out the back of the ship. Anisa figured it was time to get herself a breath of fresh air.

Stepping outside she sat down on a crate outside of the loading dock and pulled out her pack of cigarette's. Hitting the bottom of the pack a few times until the butt of one slide out slightly. Wrapping her lips around it she pulled it out fully and shoved the pack back into her pocket before lighting it. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a moment before blowing it out roughly, her bangs flying out of her face only to land right back over her left eye and cheek. It was going to be a long day.

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Atticus Pearson

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Location: Dining Room

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Atticus watched Anisa closely and though to himself here it comes. He knew that look all too well, figuring he received it far more often than the rest of the crew did. Most on the ship at least seemed to try not to ruffle her feathers or get her dander up but Preacher wasn't the rest of them. It was as if he had a death wish the way he kept on where she was concerned. Her looks, threats, and even all out physical attacks never seemed to phase him or even make him consider stopping.

"And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: Revelation 6:9," he said calmly as he kept shuffling the cards. His eyes never leaving hers as she righted herself. Figuring she was about to spout off another threat at time.

It threw him off a bit when suddenly the end of the table where he had his legs propped up dropped and he did indeed start toppling over. His hands came up quickly, the deck of cards he had been shuffling flying up and out of his grip; floating through the air as he threw back one arm to brace himself against the back wall of the dining room and the other grabbing the edge of the table as it dropped back into place.

Looking over at Anisa as she stormed, the sound of her boots clicking against the steel making him shake his head a bit. Sighing he set his chair back down on all four legs and rubbed the back of his head lightly as he glanced around at the mess of cards all over the place. It was time to play fifty-two card pick up. "Ta ma duh...." he mumbled under his breath before he reached out and started gathering his deck back up.

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Camilla Powell

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Location: Engine Room

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Camilla was about to say something when Lionel came along and her head cocked to the side, her brows furrowing a bit as she looked at the older man a bit surprised by entire endeavor. Pulling her hand to her mouth she bit at her thumb nail a bit as she waited for him to walk off and then shook her head. Seemed Gideon was getting the blunt of blame today. Granted, she couldn't blame anyone for how upset they were. Nearly crashing and having a fiery death wasn't usually on someone's list of things to do for a day, usually it on the list of what to avoid.

"Well aren't you the popular one today? Trying to get votes most likely to get shot into the black by Captain?" she said as a smirk crawled across her features and she dropped her hand. Stepping into the engine room fully she glanced around and nearly lost her composure when he asked if she would like to help.

"Only if you want me to just blow the place up. I suggest you handle this. You're the one that supposedly good with his hands," she added, sticking her tongue out as her fingers ran across the shell of the main engine drive before dusting them off on her pants. Glancing over to him out of the corner of her eyes she finally did in fact laugh. "I didn't clean for a man when I was engaged and you haven't even bought me dinner."

Stepping back over to the door way she leaned back against it as she crossed her arms over her chest and let out a bit of a huff. It was odd how Quinn would come up from time to time when she wasn't thinking. Just spouting something off like that, then suddenly he was back in the forefront of her mind and she could remember the look in his eyes as he gave the order back at the Valley that had changed everything for both of them. The huff of breath blew her hair out of her face and she held her hand out to Gideon.

"Fuck it, hand me something and show me what to do."

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Date: Saturday May 13th, 2017

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@POOHEAD189 @Sigil @Morose @Dragoknighte @Nallore @Scallop @Pundii @Charnobylisk

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@Dragoknighte - As Mali is unpacking she will start to notice that some of the boxes look as if they have been rummaged through. Doesn't seem anything that is missing and there was no sign that anyone had messed with the door when she entered. The more she looks in the boxes the more obvious it is becoming. If she looks around the apartment she is going to probably notice a few more things. The window in her bedroom is cracked open and it looks like someone used a crow bar on the outside of the window to get it open. (Mali's bedroom being on the backside of the apartment building and shielded partway by a tree. Maybe why the cops didn't notice anything; or maybe they did and didn't care.)

@Nallore - The man nods and follows Riley inside. Once they are in he takes the gun out and holds it up before ejecting the clip and popping the chambered shell out of it. He keeps the single bullet and the clip, sliding them into his back pocket before handing the gun over to her. "Figure it is safer for both of us if neither of us can shot the other," he said with a goofy grin before sitting down. "I actually met her on accident. I was hanging out on a roof top, high as a kite. She came out of no where, running from some blonde chick in a baseball cap. I drew on the woman, scared out of my mind because she looked like she had just broken out of crazy house. Woman took off. Danica was scared I was about to put a bullet in her until I put it up and went back to smoking," he said laughing a bit remembering the look of relief that washed over Danica's face. "She ended up having a seat, helping me finish off my little butt and then we grabbed a bite to eat. Kind of been hanging out ever since down in my end of town."

@Charnobylisk - Lawson gives Lorna a quick message back - Well I sure do appreciate that little lady. Saving it now. Care to join a redneck for dinner and a show? Know this place, a little rough and tumble but lots of fun. Pick ya up at the apartments around 6? - It is a few more seconds after Lorna gets the message that Alicia comes back into the security room grumbling under her breath in Spanish before heading over to Lorna when she sees her. "Fucking dumbasses. Anywho, yeah, I was figuring we would have to do that. I was hoping we wouldn't since the place is new but the former security team seemed to not know anything. Oh and Papi is pulling up..."

@Sigil - As Caesar drives up he sees a couple of things. One is a rather drunken man who has been mucked up a little bit being drug out of the front gate. The other is a security guard cussing out another before storming off and getting into his car and tearing off down the street away from the complex, tire tracks being left on the asphalt. The remaining security man at the gate looks Caesar over as he lowers his radio, Alicia's voice ringing in clear over it telling him to let "The Mexican in" and that he is her boss. The man gulps a bit and steps over to Caesar. "Okay, last guy who didn't search got fired. I gotta figure this is a test. Mind stepping off the bike so I can search you?" he asks nervously.

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Risa Couri

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Location: The U.N.

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Risa let out a sigh of relief as she heard Lucas call out her name, she had been so afraid that he been in the middle of the explosion that had ripped through the building. Rushing down as quickly as she could without causing herself more injury she flung her arms around him as he hugged her and rested her head on his chest. "I've been worse," she said, looking up at him as he examined her head and gave him a bit of a knowing wink. She had been and right then, other than the gash in her head she felt fine. Well maybe not fine, she was broken out in a bit of a cold sweat and her heart was racing but that was to be expected.

"Never know, they might want me to get a broom," she said before rolling her eyes a bit. Lacing her fingers with his, she followed his lead as they made their way down the the damaged stairwell; figuring since he had gotten up there the path should be pretty clear. She grunted a bit, rubble under her bare feet but she kept moving. It wasn't exactly the time to bitch about a few cuts and scrapes.

As they reached the broken landing she was about to climb down when she felt his arms suddenly pick her up, her arms wrapping over his shoulder in reflex. Feeling her breath catch as he leapt down with her in his arms and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before running out of the building with him. The dust was still kicked up from the explosion all around but the emergency rescue, along with the police and firefighters, was there and setting up. Risa looked back at the building as they ran down the remains of the front steps, not feeling too well suddenly. On the back of her silk shirt was a large rip and it was wet with blood beneath her hair as the wind picked up and moved it. Slowly Risa start sinking to her knees, and her grip on Lucas's began to loosen. She felt woozy and very tired suddenly.

"No, get your asses over there, those three are tagged for the morgue, that one needs air lift out to Justice Memorial Trauma One. Those others can fucking wait for their mothers to kiss their boo-boo," a woman in scrubs yelled out before rubbing her temples. "I'm surrounded by morons..."

🦄 The Best Exotic

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Claire McManus

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Location: Tapri
Interacting With: @POOHEAD189 @Pundii
Time/Date: Morning/August 2nd, 2016

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Claire looked over to Joel and chuckled before elbowing him in the ribs. "Man you know I don't fucking speak the tongue. If I did I would be rambling it off already. Like my big mouth can stay shut," she teased as she looked around and waved her arm in the air to get a waitresses attention. Once she was sure the woman had at least seen her she turned her attention back to the men with her. Perking a brow slightly when Alc mentioned that he fenced. That wasn't something she was expecting.

"Fencing? Now, do ya be doing it with all that padding and those mesh masks that look like a bee keeper on steroids like ya see late at night during the Olympics? Or we talking duels for honor out in a morning fog in France?" she asked, a bit excited to talk about a sport that was a fight of sorts and a little bit teasing with the mention of duels. She was waiting for an answer as the waitress came up but her phone went off and she pulled it out rather annoyed to be interrupted but suddenly stood up.

"Shit, be me manager. Joel, order fer me will ya? Ya know what I'll eat," she said as she stepped away from the table to take the call. Sure Joel would know what Claire ate, she ate pretty much anything that got put in front of. She wasn't picky and willing to try anything. Their time in Paris had proven that. She had tried everything from street fair to snails and then playing with the shells.

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Murphy McManus

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Location: Dinning Room
Interacting With: Tasha, @Charnobylisk
Time/Date: Breakfast Time - August 2st, 2016

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Tasha glanced over towards the new comer and Murphy chuckled at Cass's reaction, reaching over and rubbing the back of her neck gently a bit. "Damn girl, you're more of a danger to yourself than Mr. Clops is to Tasha," he laughed and then froze as he felt the cold chill of milk hit his head and roll down his face as he was once again assaulted by Tasha's breakfast. He looked over to with his mouth agape with the bowl still sitting on his head.

"It's a good look for you. Corn Flakes A La Irish," she sneered as she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest.

Reaching up he took the bowl off his head and chuckled, leaning forward and looking as if he was preparing to pull a wet dog and shake himself off all over the girls. Tasha kicked back on the floor and sent her chair sliding back a good few feet. She wasn't going through that again.

Murphy looked over towards Cass as she stood up, cereal stuck to his cheeks and the top of his head. "Don't ya be going too far Lass, wants to be taking some folks out on the town later," he said with a smile and a wink towards her. Tuesdays were usually the days that he took visitors out to soak up some of the sites during his lessons. Might as well see if the new people wanted to tag along. Was better than sitting around the hotel waiting for it to cave in on them.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Oh Randomizations, how I love you.... Though some people might not. ~giggles~ Shall we get on with it? Anyone without tags for the post, just means continue on as per normal with the other characters.

@jakeb1993 Gregs luck isn't starting out the best. As he steps towards the door and leans his ear against it a couple of things happen. The deck boards squeak beneath his feat for a split moment and then his right foot goes right through the board down to his knee and causes him to land on his rear; foot still stuck. This noise alerts a walker that was under the deck; probably some poor soul that took refuge there and it didn't work out. He can feel the Walker grabbing at his ankle.

@Nallore Ray gets no response at the door knock and once he opens it things look pretty clear. The place has obviously been ran sacked and there are no Walkers or people for that matter from what he can see, but what he can see is a red fox tail flickering slightly from one of the pews. Suddenly a head pops up and stares at Ray, here's your chance for food!

@Morose As Edward is walking down the street and headed towards the flower shop he catches the shadow of something moving one the roof of the house next to the florist. Then suddenly a man falls forward and then you hear the strain of a rope and the crack of what you could only assume was a neck snapping as he swings there in front of the porch of the home. If he is looked at, it will be clear to see there is a Walker bite on his shoulder that had ripped away a lot of the flesh. Careful though, neck breaks don't mean he won't be trying to take a bite out of you in three...two...one...

@Jotunn Draugr @FantasyChic - You two have an option. You can still chose anywhere on the map provided on pg 61 of the OOC to come in at, or you can respond to the noises caused by the scenes in Jake's or Morose's info above.

@Caits @Nallore You two are headed for the mess hall when you hear a bit of a screech suddenly out from behind you and one of the children of Newnan running full tilt at you, not even looking where they are going. The girl runs smack into Neisha and looked up terrified, babbling something about a monster. When you look back down the road you will see a racoon with can stuck on its head running rampant through the streets.

@Sigil @Charnobylisk Bridgette is going to just miss seeing Bryn but as she is making her way around the wall, eventually she is going to catch one hell of a stink in the air. If she follows it she will see what looks like a Walker at first, but it turns out to be Richard. (Thing is, just how long does Bridgette want to wait before admitting she knows it was Richard? Oh choices, choices.)

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Zoie, Tatiana, & Ryan

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Location: Mess Hall

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Tatiana looked up from her food a bit, just her eyes coming up to Ashes as he mentioned that she could perhaps do something relating to her ballet here for the town. Her face lit up at the thought and she nodded, looking over to Jack fully before letting out a nervous giggle. She hadn't been expecting that but she wasn't going to complain. Granted from looking at the place she wouldn't have complained if she had been assigned to shovel manure or dig in the fields with her bare hands. The place had walls, food, and the mention of a shower nearly drove her to a full diva swoon if only she hadn't been so nervous. Leaning her cheek against Jack's shoulder a bit she glanced back over towards Ash. " 'Dank you, 'dank you," she repeated a few times.

"Aww Zoie, be reasonable," Ryan said as he looked over to her, being pushed into the room wasn't exactly his first choice in ways to make an entrance and then seeing yet another weapon being drawn only made it that much worse. "Whoa man, I'm not here to do any fucking harm. Tell him Zoie," he added as he stopped in his tracks. If Zoie wanted to move him another inch she would have to drag him.

Tatiana's eyes widen at the scene unfolding and gripped to Jack a bit more tightly as Zoie narrowed her eyes, feeling Ryan dig his heels into the tiled floor. Sighing she kicked the back of his legs, Ryan dropping to his knees. "Boss, this be Ryan O'Reily, a little manipulative piece of shat from that wonderful vacation resort north of us, Eden," she said as she holstered her side arm and kept her other hand firmly gripped at the back of his neck.

"Hey I got you the fuck out of there," Ryan snapped as he turned his head to looked over to her and then back over to Ash. "So you're the boss. Mind lowering that gun? I'm not here to hurt anyone, I just came here to warn Zoie was all.""