lydyn
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Meow!~
STATUS: I just realized my name is uncaptialized from before we moved. Apparently instead of being an important person, I am now just a random NPC... *sad panda* 11 yrs ago
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I just realized my name is uncaptialized from before we moved. Apparently instead of being an important person, I am now just a random NPC... *sad panda*
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11 yrs ago
I should clarify my previous status - my 1x1 interest check has new fancy graphics. :p
11 yrs ago
Updated my interest check with new fancy graphics~ <3
11 yrs ago
Been a while, but let's see what trouble I can stir up on RP Guild. ^.^
Bio
"Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead." -Oscar Wilde
Onwards to a new bio!~
So, the types of role-plays I enjoy most? Romance first, adventure second and if you can mix the two together - you're my hero, forevers. I also love fantasy, enjoy sci-fi, interested in steampunk, and can usually find my way around 'slice of life' types.
About me? Very, very simple ... and pay attention; I am a lesbian, girly-girl, nerdy gamer. However you feel about that, that's who and what I am. So in turn, my personas (or characters) are also lesbians, more feminine / submissive, and if in modern or sci-fi RPs, usually a gamer of some sort. \(^.^)/ Also, I love and adores kittes. <3 So sometimes I like to play cat girls, but worry not for I consider myself someone who skirts around causal to advanced. Character development is my world, yo.
Also you might hear me talk about my wife from time to time, but I'm also polyamorous, so there's that as well. In short I don't judge and I'm open to friendly chats, RP offers (if I have room) and otherwise any other questions or comments. <3
RP Guild Family
• Wholockgal - My wife! Who is a huge Dr. Who & Sherlock fangirl.
• Nallore - Invited me to an awesome RP and became my friend. <3 (Always asks me what I want to talk about. xD)
• Caits - My unofficial sister. She doesn't know yet, unless she reads this. =3
• Soufflegirl123 - Lover of Dr. Who and always says hi to me whenever I join chat. ^.^
Most Recent Posts
You guys are funny. There have been a couple things that popped into my head that would pretty much instantly make Ranae come to the reformers... but I'm not sure how likely they are. The most likely scenario is the Reformers fighting some sort of crime, lol. Btw, Kirra - hit me up on skype. I got an idea for the first hostile encounter and having Ranae there. ^^
lol...
Kaylia had been shifting through several volumes involving light and dark based powers. A cord had struck her yesterday that perhaps the key to the legends of Shadow Foxes may lay within the uniqueness of their abilities and less on how people viewed them. She didn't get much gathered though before the intercom clicked on. "“Agents Hunt and Jacobson, report to my office. Agents Hunt and Jacobson, my office.” That was the director's voice, a very serious looking middle-aged man with greying hair. Normally, he wasn't one to call out Kaylia personally like this, but then again, things had been unusually slow.
"Hm.. oh well.." she murmured quietly before straightening the small pile of books on some random table she had put them on. Within a quick moment, her entire form shifted into a shadow-like state before vanishing all together, before melding from a poorly lit part of a hallway by the director's office. She didn't see the other guy just yet and hadn't heard his name before today. He may have been new, but then again, Kaylia didn't know everyone even though almost everyone seemed to know who she was. It was a weird feeling, that was for sure.
She knocked and quietly sat down, and when the Asian-looking looking man came in, Mr. Levant began to explain the situation. 'We must really be backed up,' she thought to herself before glancing at the other guy. However, the assignment seemed simple enough, so there wasn't much Kaylia could think of asking. "No sir." She left it at that for now, giving the other agent time to ask any questions he wanted.
"Hm.. oh well.." she murmured quietly before straightening the small pile of books on some random table she had put them on. Within a quick moment, her entire form shifted into a shadow-like state before vanishing all together, before melding from a poorly lit part of a hallway by the director's office. She didn't see the other guy just yet and hadn't heard his name before today. He may have been new, but then again, Kaylia didn't know everyone even though almost everyone seemed to know who she was. It was a weird feeling, that was for sure.
She knocked and quietly sat down, and when the Asian-looking looking man came in, Mr. Levant began to explain the situation. 'We must really be backed up,' she thought to herself before glancing at the other guy. However, the assignment seemed simple enough, so there wasn't much Kaylia could think of asking. "No sir." She left it at that for now, giving the other agent time to ask any questions he wanted.
I'll have to get to a post later tonight, but it should definitely be tonight. Just got a few things going on. ^.^
Nope, sorry ... he put you in the IC with an unapproved CS. :p Silly.
Philip Jacobson? He seems perfectly fine to me.
Name: Alex Moore
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Superpower and weaknesses: N/A
Information
A military officer and scientist in the U.S. Navy from 1982 - 2002, he's since retired and tried entering employment under Mr. Viktor's company. However, after five years he was let go, for what Alex claims to be because he wasn't underhanded enough to continue benefiting the company - of course the paperwork says differently. Getting fired is what first made Ranae question her father and began her ascent into the vigilante mindset, which Alex has seen grow since then.
He is a genius when it comes to small, power technologies such as the Shadow's spin discs and small weaponry of all kinds. Despite his more lacking knowledge on bigger projects such as vehicles, he is a great enabler to Ranae and her crusade against crime. He also serves as a great support and friend, having known the woman for nearly ten years now.
10:38 P.M. - After the Van
Alex's Home
Click.. "In today's news, a van toppled over on Elms Street. Reports say that reckless driving was involved, but-"
Click. "I mean, I'll buy a lottery ticket now and then.
No, no, not a bet.
A pet."
Click. "Who do you think murdered him? It couldn't have been Mrs. S-"
Knock, knock!
The old black man blinked to himself and turned down the volume on the T.V., swiveling in his comfort chair so he could catch a glimpse of the front door. "Sunday morning... everyone's at church, so... hm." Shaking off the confusion, he pushed himself up from the worn spot, groaning as his muscles grinded against his bones. "Getting way too old.." he mumbled to himself. Nearly shuffling towards the door, he grabbed his cup of coffee and took a generous sip of the black liquid before finally unlocking the padlock and opening the door with a gentle creak.
"Sorry," came an instant reply to the questioning gaze of the old man. "Things are just a tad more complicated than I figured." She straightened up, but it didn't hide the bruises and scraps on her face. She was one of the lucky ones though and that they hadn't taken her specially woven fabric off of her, so it had actually taken most of the impact from the crash. "May I? she asked, giving her old friend a small smile.
Alex just nodded dumb-founded and motioned her in lightly, staring at her as she came through the door. Quickly, he glanced out to make sure no one had seen before slipping the door shut and turning. His gaze went from confused to thoughtful as he took a sip of his coffee once more. "So.." he started. "got yourself into trouble already?
"Not exactly.." She let out a large sigh and sat herself on one of his couch's arms, placing her palms on it for support. "Remember me mentioning that 'change?' Well.. probably won't believe it right off, but apparently there was this serum or.. something.. that gave multiple of us powers of different kinds. Well, the government wasn't too pleased with this.. and some rebels... suffice it to say, they started having a little war over who got to keep the new toys." She combed her hair back as she watched Alex intently, searching for his reaction.
At first, he was quiet, taking another long sip of the black coffee before setting the cup on a small table. She stood there, thoughtfully folding his arms before he spoke. "That's not entirely unbelievable. I was a scientist working for the military back in the day and there were a lot of rumors about some sort of super soldier program. Yeah, sure, most of them were bogas, but this one.." He tilted his head, implying a more awe-giving tone. "This one, they actually said worked. Gave them super powers they said, but.. to think it's real? I could see why the government wants their hands on you..." Shrugging softly, Alex gave her another interested gaze. "So, what power did you get then? Super strength?" The tone given was of light jesting, but he seemed more serious than she expected.
(( PART II ))
The comment caused Ranae to smirk at the old man as her head tilted just a bit to the left. "Nothing special... just sudden knowledge on how to use martial arts, tactics, and thrown weaponry."
This cause Alex to chuckle as a grin crossed his face gently. "Oh? That's all? Haha, okay... well, that explains you suddenly being able to use those discs I made for you." The moment calmed down for a little bit before he unfolded his arms and stuck his hands into his pockets and let out a sigh. "So now what?"
"Well," she began quickly, knowing that question was going to be asked, shifting her hands to lay on her lap. "Now I clean out my apartment and move to the safe house. Make sure that no one can find me - except maybe that teleporter, but I'm hoping he's nice enough to leave me out of their little power struggle and let me fix something more tangible."
"And your job?" he asked, walking a bit closer to her, like he did when he was about to say something a little bit more profound than normal, his eyes glazing the top of the woman's boots - which also happened to be made of that strong fiber material.
Scooting her feet back a little, as if readying to leave, she shrugged like there wasn't much choice. "I quit. I have training to do and things to prepare for now.. sure, father is going to question it, but I'll just tell him I got bored.. he usually doesn't question much - not yet anyways."
Smiling softly, Alex nodded. "Seems like you got everything planned out.." Ranae tilted her head just a bit again, curious what the old man was about to say next. "I remember, only about six months after we started talking.. that.. haha.. well, you came out to me. Told me you liked women. Remember what I said?" His grin grew more as he looked into Ranae's eyes.
"Yeah.." she said with a soft, sad smile, remembering the moment. "You said you did too."
Alex chuckled, as if the memory warmed his old beating heart and he nodded. "Yeah.. goodness, you had this crush on this one woman, couldn't stop talking about her and it was so good to see you smile after all you had been through. Ah.." he sighed and let his shoulders slump a bit, as if coming back to reality. "You know.."
'I know,' she instantly thought to herself, biting her lip softly as her gaze darkened.
"Doing this.. taking the fight to the streets - it's noble and everything, but.. it's going to make it harder, hell, maybe even impossible to find that love you so desperately wanted. Are you really ready to make that sort of sacrifice? I mean, you'll always have me as a friend, but.." The was real concern in the old man's expression, standing before the young woman with the commanding authority of wisdom.
The reply wasn't given right away as Ranae tensed and felt her heart wrench in pain. Gods, she knew what this meant and what she was doing. She had wanted to be with someone she could share her life with since she was barely twelve years old. She wanted to love and be loved, not just by anyone, but by that perfect woman for her. How could she share her life though, like this? Fighting crime, putting herself on the line, breaking the law, and asking someone to follow her? Not only were the chances of finding someone like that slim, but would it be fair to ask that of them?
Finally, "I know... but what choice do I have?" She looked right back into Alex's eyes with pain, but pushing it away was this unspoken resolve and courage. "If not me, then who? Can I really trust someone else to do it? Can I ask them to take on that burden instead of me? Honestly, I don't really have a choice... it's just something I have to do."
Alex let out a heavy breath and stepped forward, gathering the woman in his arms, offering physical support as the warmest hug he could muster. How incredibility brave he thought this woman was, to throw away something like love, so that others had a chance for it without hate and greed. "I know Ranae.. I just had to ask."
Alex's Home
Click.. "In today's news, a van toppled over on Elms Street. Reports say that reckless driving was involved, but-"
Click. "I mean, I'll buy a lottery ticket now and then.
No, no, not a bet.
A pet."
Click. "Who do you think murdered him? It couldn't have been Mrs. S-"
Knock, knock!
The old black man blinked to himself and turned down the volume on the T.V., swiveling in his comfort chair so he could catch a glimpse of the front door. "Sunday morning... everyone's at church, so... hm." Shaking off the confusion, he pushed himself up from the worn spot, groaning as his muscles grinded against his bones. "Getting way too old.." he mumbled to himself. Nearly shuffling towards the door, he grabbed his cup of coffee and took a generous sip of the black liquid before finally unlocking the padlock and opening the door with a gentle creak.
"Sorry," came an instant reply to the questioning gaze of the old man. "Things are just a tad more complicated than I figured." She straightened up, but it didn't hide the bruises and scraps on her face. She was one of the lucky ones though and that they hadn't taken her specially woven fabric off of her, so it had actually taken most of the impact from the crash. "May I? she asked, giving her old friend a small smile.
Alex just nodded dumb-founded and motioned her in lightly, staring at her as she came through the door. Quickly, he glanced out to make sure no one had seen before slipping the door shut and turning. His gaze went from confused to thoughtful as he took a sip of his coffee once more. "So.." he started. "got yourself into trouble already?
"Not exactly.." She let out a large sigh and sat herself on one of his couch's arms, placing her palms on it for support. "Remember me mentioning that 'change?' Well.. probably won't believe it right off, but apparently there was this serum or.. something.. that gave multiple of us powers of different kinds. Well, the government wasn't too pleased with this.. and some rebels... suffice it to say, they started having a little war over who got to keep the new toys." She combed her hair back as she watched Alex intently, searching for his reaction.
At first, he was quiet, taking another long sip of the black coffee before setting the cup on a small table. She stood there, thoughtfully folding his arms before he spoke. "That's not entirely unbelievable. I was a scientist working for the military back in the day and there were a lot of rumors about some sort of super soldier program. Yeah, sure, most of them were bogas, but this one.." He tilted his head, implying a more awe-giving tone. "This one, they actually said worked. Gave them super powers they said, but.. to think it's real? I could see why the government wants their hands on you..." Shrugging softly, Alex gave her another interested gaze. "So, what power did you get then? Super strength?" The tone given was of light jesting, but he seemed more serious than she expected.
(( PART II ))
The comment caused Ranae to smirk at the old man as her head tilted just a bit to the left. "Nothing special... just sudden knowledge on how to use martial arts, tactics, and thrown weaponry."
This cause Alex to chuckle as a grin crossed his face gently. "Oh? That's all? Haha, okay... well, that explains you suddenly being able to use those discs I made for you." The moment calmed down for a little bit before he unfolded his arms and stuck his hands into his pockets and let out a sigh. "So now what?"
"Well," she began quickly, knowing that question was going to be asked, shifting her hands to lay on her lap. "Now I clean out my apartment and move to the safe house. Make sure that no one can find me - except maybe that teleporter, but I'm hoping he's nice enough to leave me out of their little power struggle and let me fix something more tangible."
"And your job?" he asked, walking a bit closer to her, like he did when he was about to say something a little bit more profound than normal, his eyes glazing the top of the woman's boots - which also happened to be made of that strong fiber material.
Scooting her feet back a little, as if readying to leave, she shrugged like there wasn't much choice. "I quit. I have training to do and things to prepare for now.. sure, father is going to question it, but I'll just tell him I got bored.. he usually doesn't question much - not yet anyways."
Smiling softly, Alex nodded. "Seems like you got everything planned out.." Ranae tilted her head just a bit again, curious what the old man was about to say next. "I remember, only about six months after we started talking.. that.. haha.. well, you came out to me. Told me you liked women. Remember what I said?" His grin grew more as he looked into Ranae's eyes.
"Yeah.." she said with a soft, sad smile, remembering the moment. "You said you did too."
Alex chuckled, as if the memory warmed his old beating heart and he nodded. "Yeah.. goodness, you had this crush on this one woman, couldn't stop talking about her and it was so good to see you smile after all you had been through. Ah.." he sighed and let his shoulders slump a bit, as if coming back to reality. "You know.."
'I know,' she instantly thought to herself, biting her lip softly as her gaze darkened.
"Doing this.. taking the fight to the streets - it's noble and everything, but.. it's going to make it harder, hell, maybe even impossible to find that love you so desperately wanted. Are you really ready to make that sort of sacrifice? I mean, you'll always have me as a friend, but.." The was real concern in the old man's expression, standing before the young woman with the commanding authority of wisdom.
The reply wasn't given right away as Ranae tensed and felt her heart wrench in pain. Gods, she knew what this meant and what she was doing. She had wanted to be with someone she could share her life with since she was barely twelve years old. She wanted to love and be loved, not just by anyone, but by that perfect woman for her. How could she share her life though, like this? Fighting crime, putting herself on the line, breaking the law, and asking someone to follow her? Not only were the chances of finding someone like that slim, but would it be fair to ask that of them?
Finally, "I know... but what choice do I have?" She looked right back into Alex's eyes with pain, but pushing it away was this unspoken resolve and courage. "If not me, then who? Can I really trust someone else to do it? Can I ask them to take on that burden instead of me? Honestly, I don't really have a choice... it's just something I have to do."
Alex let out a heavy breath and stepped forward, gathering the woman in his arms, offering physical support as the warmest hug he could muster. How incredibility brave he thought this woman was, to throw away something like love, so that others had a chance for it without hate and greed. "I know Ranae.. I just had to ask."
Sure, my skype is Lydyn1 ... and, uh... don't know enough to just jump in right now, though I had a neat idea since I dropped off during that confusion with the van...
So, how's this coming along? ^.^ Been away for a little bit. xD
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