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NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Lay it on us

Denizens of the Madhouse

CS Sheet, Miranda Sinclair

Name: Miranda Sinclair

”A good Youkai is a terrible thing to waste. Better to record and rehabilitate them.”
Title: The Scholar of Spirits.

“Do I look like a demi-sexual, pan-dimensional, trans-Pac Man, Disaster-kin?”
Gender: Female

”Ara, ara, how rude is it to ask a lady so brusquely? But if I must…”
Age: 26

”Does it really need to be said?”
Height: 6’1” ft.

”This seems rude to just ask...”
Weight: 176lbs.

Miranda and Jeffers

“Oh, you actually want to know about me?”
Personality: A melancholic young woman who expected more out of life than she got. Having found it difficult to find anyone normal who would want to spend extended periods of time with her, she throws herself into the supernatural and spends most of her time expending or trying to commune with the Youkai bound to her treasure. When she rises from her depressed stupors she over-compensates with an overwhelming exuberance that is equally off putting, leaving her right back where she started.

”This is feeling a bit invasive...”
Bio: Miranda was always the kind of person who pined for an escape into the supernatural and fantastic, even before she knew it existed. When she did stumble across the Crimson Sky, Miranda had hoped her entire life would change for the better. Unfortunately things would not be so drastic or saccharine. Comfort was found among the mystery and intrigue of a Chaser's life, but she still couldn't mesh with all the other super powered, Youkai slaughtering, gun toting Chasers.

Youkai, however, never lost their charm for her. With their own diversity and mercurial nature the feeling wasn't always mutual, but she put her best foot forward when dealing with matters of the Crimson Sky. Outside of her night job she bounces from job to job, failing to hold anything down for long. This has contributed to her being a heavy drinker, not that anyone notices since Chasers often hang around bars and cafe's.

Miranda has been drawn to the Maelstrom of Strife in order to find work and meet interesting Youkai to add to her Book of Companions.

Powers: Youkai Summon: Null

Null

A Youkai of substantial physical ability that hungers for the Spiritual Power of Youkai and human alike. While its desire is endless, it is intelligent enough to not go on a rampage and bring down the wrath of the Chasers. It is believed that it allowed itself to be sealed within the Book of Companions in order feed off the Spiritual Power of Youkai targeted by the Hunter’s Association, but since he has been bound to the book since before Miranda came into possession of it this is merely supposition. While perfectly capable of verbal communication, has yet to find reason to do so.

Youkai Summon: Jeffers the Carbuncle : More a pet than a weapon. Can perform minor wind magic through spitting balls of compressed air like the Youkai equivalent of a bean bag fired from a shotgun, but prefers sleeping on Miranda’s shoulder.

Skills:
-Can seemingly live without a steady source of income.
-A depressing drunk, but exceptional tipper.
-Through her Treasure she is able to capture Youkai alive. Makes payment for bounties a bit difficult, but she likes to think at least Spirit Junction appreciates the effort not to kill everything.

”It’s a surprisingly good business giving Youkai piggyback rides into the mundane world. The issue is they never pay in cash...”
Equipment: Book of Companions : A Treasure in the form of a leather bound tome. Capable of storing and sealing Youkai inside of the tome on individual pages as well as releasing them. Youkai kept inside will not suffer the loss of Spiritual Power as they would outside of the Crimson Sky, and are capable to perceive their environment around them. It's possible to communicate so long as their page is open. The Book of Companions doesn’t give the owner control of sealed Youkai beyond being able to release or seal Youkai. There are only two residents of the book that would actually aid the user at the moment, having been dubbed Jeffers the Carbuncle and Null, do so for their own reasons.

Other:
“Sad to say, my love life is deader than disco. Most days it isn’t an issue, or I can cuddle Jeffers and not be bothered, but others it’s just a bit much.”
“I find myself waiting outside the Dangeki Pawn and Parlor Café till night descends because I just want to pretend that cute barista is actually interested in my life beyond being a customer.”
“I wouldn't mind being an elf, but these ears are just a mutation. Sometimes Jeffers nibbles on them.”
"My favorite drink is vodka and coke, but after a few I'll let the bartender talk me into buying the expensive stuff even if I don't like them."

Theme: Elfenlied - Lilium

As Seen In: Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [Remake]

Denizens of the Madhouse

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Denizens of the Madhouse

Lorelai

Lorelai

Age: 22

Allegiance: Imperium

History:

For as long as she could remember, Lorelai had always wanted to be just like her idol and become a knight of the Imperium. She had been born to a modest family that had lived happily under the Imperium's rule for generations amidst the dreamy countryside. Whereas most girls played with dolls, Lorelai spent hers with local garrison polishing armor and helping prepare there meals after many years of pestering them to let her help. It was a certainty in her mind that she would be another soldier of the Imperium, protecting the peace and prosperity of others just like the Crimson Knight.

Lorelai had seen Asgard once in her child, on her families yearly visit to the capital for the festivities celebrating the Great Beast's demise. A crimson beacon that shone brighter than the fireworks bursting along the night's sky, the image of Asgard burning itself into her mind as the ideal she would strive for as a knight of the Imperium. An obsession was born, but for such a just cause who could call it wrong?

True to her word she joined the Imperial army, and while not one of the true knights like Yggdrasil or Asgard, she had earned a less-than-kind nickname that she took in stride, the Abyssal Knight. Among the rank and file she was known for demonstrating a willingness to go to extreme measures to maintain the peace regardless of being ordered to or not. Her moniker, once derisive, was uttered in respect following an incident whereupon a patrol she was accompanying had been assailed by a raging beast. The patrol had fled in the face of certain death, but Lorelai hadn't. Word spread of a monster that would certainly ravage the land, and it was thought that none could stand against it alone.

Lorelai stood against the beast. She laid it low and tamed the beast, christening it Durgan, and brought it into the service of the Imperium. Riding atop her new partner she was terrifying sight, bringing peace wherever she went by leaving dissidents in pieces. Just like her idol.

Personality:

Lorelai is a zealous devotee to the Imperium and it's perseverance. To the citizenry and the loyal she is warm and genial, but to the brigand and rebel she is a merciless terror. In the face of her idol she may as well be a blushing school girl, and will do anything in her power to meet her standards as Lorelai perceives them. She possesses an unshakeable will in the face of adversity, though is weak against the admonishment of her superiors.

Lorelai firmly believes that everything she does is for the good of the Imperium, and that what is good for the Imperium is good for all. Doubt never enters her mind on the righteous of their cause, and every day the Imperium can stand tall is another with which Lorelai is happy with her life.

Tome:

In it's sealed form Lorelai's tome is ebon in color with a scarlet inlay for decoration. Released, and it becomes an Imperial standard whose pole is as unbreakable as her iron will. The purpose of this flag is that it allows Lorelai to channel earth shattering bursts of concussive force, primarily through three mediums.

First, Lorelai channels the force through her body, usually done to increase the force behind her limbs or released outwards to repel something within arms reach. Second, an object Lorelai is in contact with is propelled under tremendous force, typically used to propel rocks, arrows, or whatever Lorelai can get her hands on and make them deadly projectiles. Third, the force is directed into and released via another party, such as releasing the force through the hind legs of a steed she is riding to propel them forward. This requires continuous physical contact and concentration to perform with harming the channeled party.

Other:

Lorelai is never seen far from her mount, Durgan. In combat, while her tome is her primary weapon she also carries a common place sword that is easily lost or broken, so Durgan carries of quiver of swords on his side for easy replacement.

Durgan

As Seen in: God's Shattering

Denizens of the Madhouse

CS Sheet, The Aged Lioness

AGATHA SMITH

Appearance: Standing at 5’6”, Agatha has sharp features and a smile that could cut an NC to ribbons. Hair once flaxen has long since gone gray, which is pulled into a loose bun. Deep set green eyes and a pointed nose. Some people have told her she has the face of a 1st grade Math teacher who takes joy in assigning homework over the weekend. While not a weight lifter, she has a solid frame from years of hard work on the surface. Tends to wear a faded burgundy vest over an oil stained grey jumpsuit.

Age: 58

Role: Scout Sniper

Personality: Agatha is a restless woman who finds there is no worse fate than finding yourself without purpose. Give’s 110% percent to everything she does, and is a strong proponent of clean living, or as clean as one can get outside the burrows. Carries herself with a wizened air of experience that comes with age, not book smarts. Could be described as desperate in search for a cause, desperate enough to come to Anchorage.

Doesn't acknowledge her own bitterness with having settled down and giving up on piloting. Feels like she lost out on something important, but can't besmirch her husbands memory or their daughters to disregard their lives together as unimportant.

Biography: Born and raised on the surface, Agatha always knew she was a special snowflake. At the bizarrely typical age of 14, she was found compatible to pilot an NC. Like so many before her she was drawn into piloting a bipedal weapon of mass destruction and had many mercantile adventures as an independent NC operator that aren’t worth recollection. The kinds of adventures that blur together but can often be summed up as, ‘Go to exotic locations, meet interesting people, and kill them’.

Throughout her ventures she had a loyal mechanic who would have followed her to hell and back by the name of Albert Smith. He wasn’t particularly handsome or clever, but he was loyal, sweet, and won over her affections through his perseverance. At 27 Agatha was married, by 28 she had a daughter and another on the way. Finding their means of employment too dangerous to foster a family, they decided it was prudent for Agatha to set aside the adventuring for a more sedentary lifestyle. Investing their considerable saving towards setting up shop in a scrapyard, Agatha began a new life as a mother and family woman.

For years, that was good enough. All the effort she had put forth piloting her NC was directed towards running the scrapyard and raising her kids. There wasn’t the same rush that came with piloting a multi-ton automaton, but she was satisfied for a time.

Then the children grew up, and left the nest to find out their own destinies. To be the special snowflakes that have fantastical opportunities all lined up for the taking if they only go out and claim them. Her husband of 29 years had grown ill and passed peacefully in his sleep.

That left Agatha, with a job she didn’t care for and no one relying upon her. Most would have considered this time to retire, settle down and indulge herself before the inevitable end, but she couldn’t. Even with the best years of her life in the past, she knew she had more to give. Firing up the old NC, which had been used as a makeshift crane for the scrapyard, she went out to recapture her lost glory, but found there wasn’t any demand for someone so long out of the game. The only ones as desperate as she was where the good folks down at New Anchorage, and they just so happened to be looking for any pilot that would come their way.

Tactical Preference: Specializes in the collection and dissemination of tactical information with the armaments to capitalize on this knowledge with unparalleled veracity from long range. Relies upon heavy thrusters to facilitate rapid repositioning to out maneuver and evade enemy forces.

Word Color: Teal 008080

NC Codename: Charon

NC Appearance:

Appearence

Body Type: Moderately armored bipedal NC specialized towards ease of movement and relocation. Meant to be a Sniper who repositions with each shot and endeavors to flank an enemy rather than engage from extreme long range at a stationary position. The armor isn't enough for front line combat, but is sufficient to keep Charon active while exposed during relocation.

Equipment:
-Powerful, back mounted thruster pack for explosive bursts of propulsion meant for either rapid ascent on a vertical plane or dashing forward to cover long distance in a short time.
-Advanced Targeting suite to magnify targets up to 60x and offer thermal and night vision capabilities at range. Will paint targets viewed through optics with a marker that will be relayed to friendly units.

Armaments:
- PXS-8.0 'Opticor' Super heavy Maser rifle.
- leg mounted dumb fire rocket pods. 2 pods per leg, 12 rockets each.
- Shoulder mounted smoke grenade launcher.

As Seen in: NCQ - Favors for Favors

Denizens of the Madhouse

In an imaginary prison there exists a gallery of rogues. These are those unlucky few.

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Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

Miranda Sinclair

Jeffers gave the cupcake an experimental sniff, and having found nothing untoward with the offered confectionary, proceeded to eat the cupcake as any mundane rabbit would. Miranda accepted the complimentary cake with a hasty nod. "I-It's Miranda, and I'll have whatever you think is best." Her head was downcast as she found herself more intent upon the cake than the barista. She found herself feeling nervous under the gaze of what she realized was a succubus. Damn it woman, she was one person. Not every succubus is out to hurt you-

Miranda squeaked in surprise as something brushed against her boot. With mounting trepidation and a distant sense of familiarity, she looked down to see a white snake, no bigger than what you'd find on a suburbanites front lawn, had slithered up to her lap. Beady, crimson eyes gazed up into her own, carrying that hypnotic intensity that serpents were known for. Ignoring that trepidation she reached down and let the snake slither upon her hand, tightening around her pointer finger till it was comfortably secured. "You...I've seen snakes like you before."

“Hello Apophis”

The Scholar of Spirits blinked, before turning around to find two loli's exchanging heated greetings. She didn't recognize either of their faces, but that name was one she was familiar with. Her throat turned dry as a lump of shadow rose from the ground, molding itself into the voluptuous form of Apophis's own succubus familiar, "Lisa..."

Miranda's face fell as her eyes grew moist and distant, her body paradoxically stiffing and going limp all at once. The garden snake hissed in discomfort as her fingers clutched at the open air between them before curling upon themselves lamely. There was a single, solitary moment when their gazes met and Miranda held out a desperate hope she would find something there that she could recognize from that cold Prague night many years ago. But Lisa turned away, once again choosing her duty to Apophis over all else.

"Of all the watering holes in all the lands, why did you have to walk into mine." A shake smile was offered, even if it was the last thing she wanted to do now. "Again."

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Following? Don't you mean prior statements, or is something really stupid about to go up?

NCQ — Season I: Favors for Favors

Dude, Agatha isn't telling her to grow up. She's trying to get her to open up and acknowledge the scared child inside that she was never allowed to be.

And once Agatha is her new mother figure, hehe, she'll be able to ship Stein with whomever I want! Nyahahaha~ Eli x Stein forever! Nyahahaha~

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Sorry for my childishness in this matter. Best of luck, and hope to cross paths under better circumstances in the future.