McHaggis

Lost

Why not use creative curses for a futuristic setting? A bit like Firefly? Also - CS here. Hope it's okay ^^

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NAME: Caelum C. Jameson
AGE: 27

PERSONALITY:
Seemingly zany, Caelum's head is constantly in the clouds (or, more likely, the stars). Her dreamy behaviour is off-putting but is ultimately harmless as even under her haze of imagination she can focus on the job being done to a scarily obsessive extent. She devoutly believes in the false ideas of military service – honour, respect, camaraderie – and in that she is rather gullible. Her appearance of confidence and false bravado is nearly unshakable and even under the direst of odds she can forcefully remain optimistic; however, she is particularly careful to suppress her morbid thoughts and avoid being alone for a prolonged time.

EQUIPMENT:
- Standard military-issue pistol for personal use:

Weapon

- Stylised light combat armour in orange and black, Bombardier colours:

Armour (Close to This)

- Limited Edition SERA Visor for possible combat missions and general entertainment, engraved with the name Edgar Jameson:

Visor

FORMER/CURRENT OCCUPATION:
Navigator of the SS Chronos

BIOGRAPHY:
Caelum was born in a distant colony to a fairly affluent family – she was to never want for anything. Her father, Captain Edgar Jameson, was a military serviceman and all-around bad boy. Family life was not for him and while he doted on his daughter, it wasn't enough to keep him grounded for long. She grew up primarily with her mother, Callisto, who was a religious extremist who feared the end of humanity was near if they did not collectively return to a traditionally pious lifestyle.

Maybe she was right.

As a result, Caelum's education suffered as in place of proper schooling she went through ritualistic teachings and the like – at least until her father found out. While willing to humour his wife's flighty spirituality, the same could not be said for his daughter's future. He uprooted her from the colony and returned her to Earth where she was enrolled in a military academy, prompting her ambition to become a pilot.

Sure enough, Caelum excelled at it, taking up a job transporting essential cargo to and from colonies following graduation... at least until the second Great War came too close to home. She jumped on board the military bandwagon, passing through bootcamp and training to become the pilot of a bomber crew. While successful on many occasions, eventually they took on one mission too many and she was left as the sole survivor by sheer luck.

Swearing never to physically fly a plane again, Caelum relies on her only other related talent – navigation – and was given the role of Navigational Commander on the SS Chronos.

Lost

Yep! I'll take Navigational Commander if that's alright ^^

Vampire RP

@Paige: If I remember correctly (and aren't pulling facts out of thin air), Broadway was only created in the 1700s, right? But your character was human in the 1300s.

Then again, maths ain't my strong point.

(Team Blackmoore tho. \o/)

The Underwood Society [McHaggis & Invader Len]

Ronan was jolted from his reverie as Miss Williams returned, glancing back at the now-empty moors only once before smiling. At the very least she was looking less like a drowned rat. "Of course," he said, thankful that they would be skipping most if not all of the small-talk. He wasn't particularly good at it, considering all of his interests lay in the supernatural. Slyly, he continued, "The not-so-secret Underwood Society, right?"

As he busied himself with clearing off the coffee table of loose sheets of paper, bundling them up to the side and moving them onto the massive pile of documents growing unchecked on a misplaced dining chair, he asked, "I suppose you're already associated with the Unusual, if you managed to find your way here." Bringing a hefty, ornate box up onto the surface he began swiftly unlocking its many protections. If Findlay Manor was old, the object was ancient, inscribed with the words 'carpe noctem'.

When it opened, a thrum of something unnatural flooded the room; however, Ronan was unaffected by it - barely even registering it after having been exposed to it for so many years. From inside, he picked out a journal of yellowed parchment and a black leather cover, flipping it open to the bookmark. "This is a log of all of those associated with us, members or otherwise, present and past." He lifted it up and pointed to his own name, only three up from the empty space at the bottom. A relatively new recruit, let alone a leader of the group. The three names beneath them he remembered vividly, their fates inscribed next to them: Thomas Gladmoore, MIA. Devon Ainsworth, deceased. Elias Kerr, Traitor of the Highest Order. He swiftly covered them up, coughing slightly. "I might be the only one official hunter left but our contacts are still present in all corners of the Isle. We have money, power, and information that can help protect mankind from the things that go bump in the night."

"To you, I pose the question: are you interested? You might have noticed that these are times of change, Miss Williams. Unexplained deaths and... and weather just like this all across the Isles. It has always been the Underwood Society's job to stop that, through scientific or magical means." Procuring a black-feather quill from the box just in case, he twirled it around absently. "And we have a delightful collection of notes and journals from witches and warlocks only accessible to members of our orders. Not to bribe you, or anything."

Avatar: The Uprising [McHaggis & Azel]

"Nah, you answer to me even if you do join -- got it, Kid?" Jun said, not particularly caring whether Magrus was listening or not. He had to assert dominance over the brat somehow. "Money isn't an issue... My uncle left me enough so that I could survive. That being said, if my tabs at the bar were free I would be most appreciative."

Without any modesty whatsoever, Jun began to layer the Fire Nation uniform over his vest while shaking his head at the now-occupied bushes.

"Manipulating? Me?" he said with mock innocence. "Kid wants to do what's right, just like I did when I was his age. If you don't give them an opportunity they don't go anywhere -- or, when they do fight, they're get destroyed." He peered at Magrus and his morose expression for a second more, staying awkwardly silent. Emotions weren't a thing for him. "Fine. HEY, KID! HURRY UP SO YOU CAN GET A VERY SERIOUS TALK!"

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Suyin turned back for a moment to block an incoming shard of rock with her plated gauntlet, bruising the knuckles underneath. "Sen! Run ahead and get the door!" she barked out, the swift chi blocker following her directions immediately. Lee ran further ahead, picking up the lid of a barrel at the side of the room only to return to use it as a makeshift shield. Thank Agni for small mercies, she thought as rocks ricocheted against the swordsman's barrier.

After launching a knife at the chest of the closest pirate other than the captain, who would be able to block it easily, she continued, "Ran! Any water left? We need some ice if you can manage it! Slippery when wet!" In the same panicked breath, she shouted for, "Falco! Do what you do best!" Now was not the time to blush. Now having made a bit of space between the pirates, Lee returned to the back of the group and let his allies run past him. His sword lashed out and sliced one of the pirates across the chest, prompting Suyin to shout, "Idiot! Hurry up!"

Lee darted back to the group, his arm torn up by another pirate's scimitar but smiling goofily.

katekyo hitman reborn: the Moreno family

Zan felt a bit ill at ease as the mysterious flames approached him, mostly because they were completely different from his grandmother's blue coloured ability. He had no idea what this one would do but stayed deathly still as the hand approached his wound. Instant relief from the spikes of pain that jolted down through his body from the cut. Oh, so they could heal? He smiled and thanked the woman graciously.

That seemed like a very interesting thing to be able to do -- he was a bit jealous.

It turned out that Zan's suspicions about it all being a set up by Brenda Moreno were correct; however, he couldn't fault her for eventually telling the truth, even if she had concealed it in the first place. "You just got told to take it easy and yet you want to fight more?" he asked Carlisle, trying his best not to sound accusing -- in reality it was fascinating, especially since he was still covered in blood and a lot of it his own.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan carefully tightened her grip on her wand just in case as they saw Draco and his companions continue on up the stairs, staying deathly silent. "Maybe they're going to play a prank on Gryffindor Tower?" she asked hopefully, though she knew such a thing had never happened in all the years her brother was at Hogwarts. Her suspicions lay with dangerous activities to do with Death Eaters and dark magic -- those were very Slytherin things to do.

Her curiosity had been sparked and she took another few tentative steps up, looking back at Kyle. "They know something we don't know, which means we should definitely find out what they're up to," she said. "Maybe it's a secret passageway to a classroom or something?"

Vampire RP

In the seediest neighbourhood of New York City (or more technically its outskirts) was Clan Blackmoore's base of operation, Skye Manor. Unlike its namesake, the previous vampiric headquarters back in Scotland, this one looked almost derelict from the outside; an ugly thing. Slate tiles clung to the roof in clumps like concrete scabs, the garden an untamed jungle full of listless orchids and strangling vines – all pallid with death. It was about as welcoming as its residents.

Alistair, the current chieftain of the family, sat in a plush armchair in the lounge downstairs where any of his followers had the freedom to access – a gaudy room that couldn't have screamed vampire anymore than it already did even if the walls themselves had been coated in blood. Everything was black and red, decorative pentagrams engraved on the ceiling and shelves full of musty books on witch-hunting and other examples of human stupidity. It was lit only by candle-light, even though the manor miraculously had electricity, all for the thematic purpose of looking intimidating.

As it was, he was bored out of his skull without the inclination to go out wandering in the city alone. If he did, he would surely find something to do, some rule-breaking vampire to slaughter mercilessly or a meek, human-loving one to mock just as ruthlessly. It was just more fun with friends.

Lost

Can I reserve assistant captain? Will make a CS up today.
Unless you need someone to pilot/navigate the ship, of course, in which case I would jump on that in a heartbeat. ^^

Vampire RP

Team Blackmoore \o/