McHaggis

Vampire RP

A warning to his friend died in his throat as she was already gone, readying herself for a hunt. Alistair wasn't taking any chances with the Kingstons still around – no way in Hell – and so even as he sauntered over to the bar, chatting up a lonely woman with a smoking habit, his eyes were carefully surveying the whole of the room. Despite the aching dryness of his throat, he could survive a little longer if it meant keeping each and every member of his family in tact.

He might be considered old fashioned, but he didn't like Trixy leaving alone, either. She had a reputation, a big one, and while he trusted in her abilities... He didn't want to spill the blood of their kin tonight, Kingston or not, but if she was otherwise harmed by the elder vampire out there – the one who picked off the nomadic acquaintances of his clan out in Europe – it would become a necessity.

There was no harm in following, he decided. Maria could take care of herself, that was for sure, and they were going to be leaving anyway... He wasn't just being a paranoid old man. He quickly excused himself from what would have been prey on any other night, finding Emilia and wordlessly tapping her on the shoulder to get her to follow him as he quietly went outside, footsteps making scarcely a sound.

Vampire RP

A warning to his executor died in his throat as she was already gone, readying herself for a hunt. Alistair wasn't taking any chances with the Kingstons still around – no way in Hell – and so even as he sauntered over to the bar, chatting up a lonely woman with a smoking habit, his eyes were carefully surveying the whole of the room. Despite the aching dryness of his throat, he could survive a little longer if it meant keeping each and every member of his family in tact.

He might be considered old fashioned, but he didn't like Trixy leaving alone, either. She had a reputation, a big one, and while he trusted in her abilities... He didn't want to spill the blood of their kin tonight, Kingston or not, but if she was otherwise harmed by the elder vampire out there – the one who picked off the nomadic acquaintances of his clan out in Europe – it would become a necessity.

There was no harm in following, he decided. Maria could take care of herself, that was for sure, and they were going to be leaving anyway... He wasn't just being a paranoid old man. He quickly excused himself from what would have been prey on any other night, finding Emilia and wordlessly tapping her on the shoulder to get her to follow him as he quietly went outside, footsteps making scarcely a sound.

Watching Trixy dispensing a little justice always got the blood-pumping, too, no matter how voyeuristic it might feel.

[High Casual] Frontier: The Great Space Rebellion

Pretty sure I can't post yet until I get some responses. RIP me.

Let's resurrect this from the dead!

The Journey Home, a Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Roleplay

I'll try and get something up tomorrow, been busy lately.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan had to force herself to eat sluggishly at dinnertime, otherwise she would be racing through her food to reach detention first. That would look incredibly suspicious -- who ever wanted to go and receive punishment? She made light chatter with Yvette, studiously ignoring Trisha glaring daggers at her from down the table, and grinned to herself, feeling lighter than she had all week.

Maybe Snape would force them back to being friends again? Who knew?

When other Gryffindors were filtering off back to the common room or to the library, Siobhan reckoned she could go now. Fifteen minutes early, sure, but she could attribute that to fear of her gloomy professor. She made it to the classroom with time to spare, mostly because she ran there. Taking a seat down on the clean, polished floor outside -- Filch must've washed it -- Siobhan waited for Kyle to appear.

La Vie Bohème

Mississippi yawned against the cold – a defense that didn't do much other than let a blast of freezing air reach her lungs, coughing and spluttering. To counteract it, what else could she do? Take another drag of life from her cigarette. Her nose was stuffed up with some unknown illness and the only thing she could clear it with was nicotine and smoke.

Her fourth of the day, as it was, for someone who only woke up at nine and half-ran, half-staggered her way to work, late. It was lucky the Bossman knew she was sick and gave her a free pass; however, it might've just been because the business in the morning was slow as all hell – she wasn't needed. Didn't that just describe her life in one neat, easy to swallow parcel?

Putting the cigarette out on the dank back wall of the cafe, Mississippi cleared out all of the phlegm from her lungs with one last, sustained fit of nearly choking to death and peeled off her gloves as she headed back inside to the heat of the tiny kitchen. The chef was working overtime, Jimmy was discussing something seriously important with Bonnie (the other, slightly more incompetent waitress) and then they turned to look at her. Well, that was never a good sign. While she didn't feel that her job was at risk – she'd always been good with the customers, at least the ones who gave her even an inch of the respect she deserved – a stare like that rarely meant something good.

“You want to take half-a-day off, Missi?” she was asked. No, the answer was no; she had bills to pay, debts to avoid paying and a whole lot of Christmas presents to herself that she could buy to make the holiday season a whole lot more interesting.

Mississippi shrugged, sniffing slightly in response. “I'd rather not... but,” she started before raising her shoulders again to cut herself off. “My innards tell me I should reconsider that opinion.”

Jimmy emulated her shrug. “If you're short on cash after this, I'll lend you the dosh again for rent.” And Jimmy had always been like that, for as long as she knew him. A right bastard, sure, he rarely had a smile on his face, but she'd worked for him for years now – slept on his couch one or two times back when things were getting too tough to handle, when she hadn't had her own flat.

Bonnie hesitated, twirling her blonde hair around her fingers. “You could take one of my tables, if you wanted,” the waitress said. Mississippi could clearly see her biting off 'and the tips' – most of her friends, she knew, rarely if ever tipped. From the sounds of the piano filtering through the old bricks even into the chrome kitchen, she had a feeling she knew who it was.

“Sure.” Mississippi meandered over to the ready-to-go dishes, nearly tripping over a mop and bucket as she went, and stacked them up on a dubiously clean tray. Two black coffees, grilled cheese and tomato soup combo, and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It looked like someone was feeling under the weather, judging by the drool-worthy bowl of chicken and noodle-y goodness. It was just about torture, given she hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday morning, and carrying out to the front to find Kimbal and Kaya and – was that uh, the Russian? Alex or something? If she remembered correctly, they were all her neighbours.

It was almost providential.

It seemed Kaya was busy earning a living with the piano. Well, at least she was trying. “Here you go, guys – all this lovely food here, probably just for Kimbal,” she said with a sly grin as she delicately placed the plates and bowls and cups down on the table. “Now, I'm on my break for the rest of the day, so how's it going?”

Mississippi stuffed her hands in the pockets, stilling the shaking from hunger and... something else she didn't want to think about until she had cash.

La Vie Bohème

Mississippi has lived on Avenue B for a while. I might come up with a second character later to move in if we're feeling short on numbers ^^

La Vie Bohème

Mississippi Lowe

Short, flat and tomboyish, there is always some doubt as to Mississippi's true gender, which is unsurprising – androgynous is something she aspires to be. Even so, in tighter-fitting clothing she appears rather frail and weak; despite her best efforts, she still has a clear, underlying hint of femininity. Generally Mississippi has dark circles under her eyes which seem to be constantly glazed over with imagination or something that artificially emulates it. Her shaking and unsteady hands are easily noticeable, though she tries her best to stifle them under long sleeves (which has the added effect of hiding the needle marks). She is both a nail-biter and a lip-chewer, something at odds with her apparent air of butch confidence.

FULL NAME: Mississippi Lowe (formerly Alexandra Lowe)
NICKNAMES: Missi, M.L.
AGE: 21
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Lesbian

ILLNESSES:
Hepatitis B
Asthma
HPV

SKILLS:
Mississippi considers her primary talent to be writing, especially when it comes to scripts for the big screen. She also moonlights as a writer for short stories and has recently resolved herself to writing a play in the style of Tennessee Williams (her greatest inspiration and reason for changing her name).

As the daughter of a fairly wealthy family in the South, Mississippi was forced to learn how to play the piano, especially since she refused to sing as her sisters did. While she was always fairly successful in all of her recitals, she dropped the skill for a few years, mostly because she rarely had a chance to play. Growing up in a stilted manner, too, gives her an impeccable posture and while she doesn't use them often as a rule of thumb, her manners are also exceptional.

Her vaguely criminal past (which she got away with) resulted in her learning how to break-in to houses with ease and pick locks as well as fostering slight feelings of kleptomania. She also considers herself particularly observant – especially when it comes to spotting whether someone is tired or abused or using drugs. Mississippi considers it her duty as a human being to look out for that kind of stuff.

JOB:
– Waitress at 'Life Cafe' – receives a fair amount of tips and is well-known by frequent customers. Mississippi has worked there on-and-off since she was 15.
– Her secondary source of income during tougher times is from having sex with older, upper-class women and men; however, the money is fleeting and spent on frivolous things rather than saved.

PERSONALITY:
Missi is an extrovert – permanently friendly, forgives easily and considers everyone who she hasn't met to be a friend. Her charisma and confidence has not been limited at all by the tough times she has lived through. There is not an ounce of femininity left in her demeanour; her foul mouth and brutal honesty made sure of that. Missi does, however, suffer from low self-esteem, especially since her romantic nature has not been fulfilled – she often wonders whether she will ever find love, and if life is worth living if she never does. Unfortunately, she doesn't understand flirting or anything subtle, so even if an opportunity does appear she might miss it entirely.

BIO:
To be revealed.

La Vie Boheme (RENT inspired, sandbox)

I think mine'll be a budding playwright who pays the bills by working at a cocktail bar (and sleeping around a bit) with another slack, unemployed character who does something. Not sure what that something is xD

Avatar: The Uprising [McHaggis & Azel]

Jun ruthlessly suppressed a snort though his shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. At least the kid wouldn't die – hopefully – during training. As the soldier finished dropping his trainee off, the rebel swordsman, voice ripe with false-concern, called out, “Don't treat the boy too hard – 'specially if his firebending's a bit... poor! He's missing home!”

Taking a few steps purposefully towards the ominous grey building, he continued, “And send him to me if he's not doing so good! I'm responsible for him!” He walked on unimpeded by soldiers until he had entered through the thick doors, pulling off his helmet as he did so. There was no point for him to hide his identity – he could lie well enough, and everything about his eyes screamed Fire Nation.

Now... where was the command room? The charges could wait – he needed some maps; maps that could find out where his uncle was located.

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Suyin poked Ran on the forehead. “You're being frowny. Don't, idiot,” she said, returning to carefully packing the needles into a pouch attached to her belt. “We totally did good. And if Father asks, I'll say you blew the base up with... some water thing. Lee and Sen'll vouch for my story and– ”

“And I'll probably have a heroic part in it, too,” she finished with a smile. “Now, up! Can't let our underlings have all the fun – even if they're waiting for us. You.” Suyin carefully adjusted her ponytail, resolving absently to get Sen to braid it later, and leaned against the door.