mickilennial

Shelter: A Zombie Survival Story

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Hera’s back had been against the door for… actually she didn’t know how long exactly.

If she would’ve looked at her phone she would’ve known it had been a few hours. Two to be precise.

The screams in the hallways outside had rattled what generally was a pretty unshakeable perfect student. The worst part was she hadn’t heard any screaming for some time now but she was too afraid to unlock the door and take a look in the hallways that eventually she and the other students who found themselves in the room would have to venture to find food and supplies.

Why hadn’t the CDC solved this crisis by now?

There’s a pause in her brain, as if she asked herself a question so stupid it needed some time to process it. Fair enough. She may have still been a teenager but even she knew that the CDC wasn’t prepared for a zombie apocalypse. Who could? And it was all probably worse outside. They had been within the halls of their comfy, private school for two weeks. They were effectively contained and the rot had still gotten inside the school after fourteen days of nothing happening inside the school. If it was that bad in a contained environment, how bad was it in an uncontained, open one?

She shuddered at the thought.

Can’t think like that. Won’t think like that.

If she allowed her to think like that her thoughts would move to her mom and how she was dead or worse. The likelihood of someone working in the medical industry at a time like this. It was logical. It was heart-wrenching. It was something to avoid thinking about.

In the room with her were five other students. No teachers. A helpful adult who didn’t throw you in front of zombie freshmen was probably ideal in a situation like this, but they didn’t have that. Just a bunch of seniors and juniors. She recognized some. Quinn. Shinny. Aaron. The two others, well, she didn’t not recognize them but she couldn’t exactly put names to faces. Of the three she knew only one of them she could ever imagine as a friend, though they weren’t exactly besties. Similar circles and lanes. With Quinn, well, there was cheerleading. Aaron was a superstar. Probably was going to make the NBA with his trajectory. She supposed that wasn’t exactly in the cards anymore.

To be fair, that went for everyone in the world. Dreams were done and now they were probably stuck in a world two sneezes away from an episode of The Last of Us.

“It’s quiet.” She finally managed, even if it was a captain obvious sort of observation. “Not sure if that’s worse or better.”

She took a heavy breath, as her hands gripped the blazer of her school uniform. Her eyes looking over to the whiteboard for a few seconds.

‘Mr. Potter’ it read. She frowned, wondering where he could be. He was one of her favorite teachers. She hoped he wasn’t dead. She hoped he wasn’t undead.

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P H O T O N

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^{K A I T L I N " L I N N I E " L A N G S T R A A T ◼ A U G U S T 7 T H ( N I N E T E E N ) ◼ F E M A L E}

^{"I'm not interested in making friends, not really in the mood for you either."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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Listed at somewhere between 5’3” and 5’5”, at the precipice of adulthood, Linnie stands fairly average for some of her age, ethnicity, and gender. Her hair is naturally blonde and she’s never had much interest in dyeing it at all. Given her slight use to defer to Texas slang, it can make her a bit of a stereotype but stereotypes are pretty common in California. It doesn’t really matter to her how people see her, it isn’t something that keeps her up at night and this can be seen in her casual, irreverence toward her appearance.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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Kaitlin "Linnie" Langstraat found herself uprooted from Texas to California when she was thirteen-years-old.

It was a normal story. Her mom wanted to get out of Texas. Her dad didn’t want her to breathe. One crucial accident later and the three of them (that is, her, her sister, and their mom) dropped Owens from their name and adopted their mom’s maiden name, trading Houston for Santa Barbara.

While it took some time to get adjusted to her new surroundings, eventually the three Langstraat girls took well to California, or more accurately, no longer having the family patriarch's influence lingering over the family like a dark shadow. Money was tighter, but everyone felt like they had the ability to breathe. It was a welcome sentiment. Linnie’s time at Santa Barbara High School was fine enough; it didn’t take long for Linnie to go from “new girl” to “popular cheerleader” by the time of her sophomore year. Everything became noise and things looked bright. By graduation she hadn’t really found many issues, though it wouldn’t be long after that her latent metahuman gene manifested when she was confronted at a mall by her father.

Suffice to say, her father was hospitalized and the mall is still dealing with repairing the damage she caused. AEGIS scooped her up from her predicament and promised no charges would be filled by the mall in accordance to them taking her in.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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Her mom and sister are still out there, and their father found out they were in Santa Barbara. She’s concerned, but perhaps with AEGIS’ connections they can keep her family safe while she figures herself and these new powers out. She never really had any opinion on metahumans before and now she finds herself one, so she’s pretty ambivalent about the whole situation. It’s best to be pragmatic and realistic, she figures.

As for how she gets on with people? That’s… difficult to quantify. She’s always been kind of blunt and snappy, often putting up an armor that prevents people (especially men) from getting to know her due to her trauma(s) with her father; the idea being that she can’t get hurt if she keeps people at distance. So she doesn’t particularly care about being friendly. It’s easy to write it off as “cheerleader = bitch” but it goes more than that as clearly indicated by her childhood and personal values. At the very least she doesn’t lie to people. Though her distrust of men does often lead her to see actions done by the opposite sex as a bit more aggressive than they are, sometimes resulting in her confronting them if she feels the need.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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Photokinetic Energy Generation: Linnie has the ability to manifest and manipulate energy in the form of light.

It is important to refer to AEGIS file number fifty-five-dash-zero (A55-0) for a full analysis on Kaitlin’s abilities and threat evaluation. As indicated from the incident that awakened her metagene and the damage on public property, it is safe to consider her a project of sorts.

Kaitlin can be generalized as a “blaster”, as she most often manifests and directs her photon-based energy manipulation through the palm of her hands. This is the best way she has found to control her energy projection abilities. Reports indicate these blasts are ionized and can cause electromagnetic effects on its targets, making it quite damaging to electronic systems and shield generation tech. The strength of this depends on her emotional volatility and how long she chooses to direct said energy. Other factors that could play into such volatility include sources of photon energy (see: light sources) around her person. She does not need to directly touch something to draw from it.

Neutralizing Kaitlin is not difficult as her powers are entangled with her stamina and emotional state. While she can utilize light energy to enhance her endurance like armor, she is not only inexperienced, she tires easily. Additionally, her moral and ethical stances may provide additional limitations on her applications of her abilities.

Aegis Operative, Rebecca Chang

▼ N O T E S:

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To Be Determined through the Roleplay.

Ju-V

Well, that and the fact people were filling out the name header with a codename alias. It's just a simple switch to move things around, but at least that way it's more streamlined.

@Kuro

I'm just following trends.

OBLIVION

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Well, that happened. She doesn’t hear Jack or anyone. She doesn’t know how she got separated. The impact of whatever weird shit happened must have sent her away from where they were. Still Ritman Field though. Her body feels awful. That becomes apparent as by the time she gets to her knees all of the food and alcohol comes out like a faucet. She paints the ground in half-digested food, groaning as the pain jumps through her back. She was used to alcohol-induced vomiting, it was pretty much her lifestyle, but when it's all said and done she curses to herself. She’s never felt the stinging, pulsing feeling that is going through her body. Something’s off. Something’s different. She doesn’t know what the difference is, but she doesn’t have the time to make sense of anything. There’s sirens blaring and she’s near the site of an accident that nobody would believe. Because time capsules didn’t tend to explode. “Fuck me. Fuck. Shit.” she manages in her discomfort as she wipes her mouth dry with her forearm. She gets herself to her feet. She isn’t going to jail for something she can’t explain. She refuses to. The thoughts simmer as she moves quickly from the field. Maybe the others got back to the car. No way she was sprinting to her bike from here without being spotted. She moves into a sprint, as the mix of adrenaline and pain dominates her inebriation. The clattering in her head is familiar but the pulsing feeling in her bones is not. When she gets to the parking lot her body jerks from inside again and before she knows it she’s on her knees for the second time and before she can utter a word to those who had also made it to the car she paints the parking lot with the rest of what was in her stomach. If it wasn’t for the adrenaline she would probably be out like a light. Thank god for that. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Ju-V

P H O T O N

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^{K A I T L I N " L I N N I E " L A N G S T R A A T ◼ A U G U S T 7 T H ( N I N E T E E N ) ◼ F E M A L E}

^{"I'm not interested in making friends, not really in the mood for you either."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

---

Listed at somewhere between 5’3” and 5’5”, at the precipice of adulthood, Linnie stands fairly average for some of her age, ethnicity, and gender. Her hair is naturally blonde and she’s never had much interest in dyeing it at all. Given her slight use to defer to Texas slang, it can make her a bit of a stereotype but stereotypes are pretty common in California. It doesn’t really matter to her how people see her, it isn’t something that keeps her up at night and this can be seen in her casual, irreverence toward her appearance.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

---

Kaitlin "Linnie" Langstraat found herself uprooted from Texas to California when she was thirteen-years-old.

It was a normal story. Her mom wanted to get out of Texas. Her dad didn’t want her to breathe. One crucial accident later and the three of them (that is, her, her sister, and their mom) dropped Owens from their name and adopted their mom’s maiden name, trading Houston for Santa Barbara.

While it took some time to get adjusted to her new surroundings, eventually the three Langstraat girls took well to California, or more accurately, no longer having the family patriarch's influence lingering over the family like a dark shadow. Money was tighter, but everyone felt like they had the ability to breathe. It was a welcome sentiment. Linnie’s time at Santa Barbara High School was fine enough; it didn’t take long for Linnie to go from “new girl” to “popular cheerleader” by the time of her sophomore year. Everything became noise and things looked bright. By graduation she hadn’t really found many issues, though it wouldn’t be long after that her latent metahuman gene manifested when she was confronted at a mall by her father.

Suffice to say, her father was hospitalized and the mall is still dealing with repairing the damage she caused. AEGIS scooped her up from her predicament and promised no charges would be filled by the mall in accordance to them taking her in.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

---

Her mom and sister are still out there, and their father found out they were in Santa Barbara. She’s concerned, but perhaps with AEGIS’ connections they can keep her family safe while she figures herself and these new powers out. She never really had any opinion on metahumans before and now she finds herself one, so she’s pretty ambivalent about the whole situation. It’s best to be pragmatic and realistic, she figures.

As for how she gets on with people? That’s… difficult to quantify. She’s always been kind of blunt and snappy, often putting up an armor that prevents people (especially men) from getting to know her due to her trauma(s) with her father; the idea being that she can’t get hurt if she keeps people at distance. So she doesn’t particularly care about being friendly. It’s easy to write it off as “cheerleader = bitch” but it goes more than that as clearly indicated by her childhood and personal values. At the very least she doesn’t lie to people. Though her distrust of men does often lead her to see actions done by the opposite sex as a bit more aggressive than they are, sometimes resulting in her confronting them if she feels the need.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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Photokinetic Energy Generation: Linnie has the ability to manifest and manipulate energy in the form of light.

It is important to refer to AEGIS file number fifty-five-dash-zero (A55-0) for a full analysis on Kaitlin’s abilities and threat evaluation. As indicated from the incident that awakened her metagene and the damage on public property, it is safe to consider her a project of sorts.

Kaitlin can be generalized as a “blaster”, as she most often manifests and directs her photon-based energy manipulation through the palm of her hands. This is the best way she has found to control her energy projection abilities. Reports indicate these blasts are ionized and can cause electromagnetic effects on its targets, making it quite damaging to electronic systems and shield generation tech. The strength of this depends on her emotional volatility and how long she chooses to direct said energy. Other factors that could play into such volatility include sources of photon energy (see: light sources) around her person. She does not need to directly touch something to draw from it.

Neutralizing Kaitlin is not difficult as her powers are entangled with her stamina and emotional state. While she can utilize light energy to enhance her endurance like armor, she is not only inexperienced, she tires easily. Additionally, her moral and ethical stances may provide additional limitations on her applications of her abilities.

Aegis Operative, Rebecca Chang

▼ N O T E S:

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To Be Determined through the Roleplay.

What Are You Listening To?

To Become a Knight! ~ A Chivalric (Mis)Adventure

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“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Eli closed his eyes in front of his opponent, channeling the latent energy from his soul as his aura became apparent to even those who were not magically inclined. It flashed in hues of gold and crimson and as the water-forged blade struck him they instantly evaporated into steam upon striking him. His smile dropped, a tone of disappointment lingering over his words. He had hoped that when he arrived he could get by on all of his skill and none of his gods-gained talent. None of the magic that he resented so much.

He moved backward, listening to his opponents movements and still refraining from being hit. He spoke as he did so, until he sent some easily defendable strikes back as well.

“I was born underneath a shooting star, you know.” He uttered matter-of-factly as he reopened his eyes, his feet digging into the ground. “Since you want to tarry with magic, should I show you mine? Or would you prefer we keep this a skill-based contest?”

His query felt ominous in some way.

There was a smell to it as his aura returned back to its natural, non-visible form.

“You could also choose to drop your weapon and give up now. Save me the time. Not that I care either way. As long as I get a good fight, it would be fun for me.”

Gowi's Testing Place!

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“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Eli closed his eyes in front of his opponent, channeling the latent energy from his soul as his aura became apparent to even those who were not magically inclined. It flashed in hues of gold and crimson and as the water-forged blade struck him they instantly evaporated into steam upon striking him. His smile dropped, a tone of disappointment lingering over his words. He had hoped that when he arrived he could get by on all of his skill and none of his gods-gained talent. None of the magic that he resented so much.

“I was born underneath a shooting star, you know.” He uttered matter-of-factly as he reopened his eyes, “Since you want to tarry with magic, should I show you mine? Or would you prefer we keep this a skill-based contest?”

His query felt ominous in some way.

There was a smell to it as his aura returned back to its natural, non-visible form.

“You could also choose to drop your weapon and give up now. Save me the time. Not that I care either way. As long as I get a good fight, it would be fun for me.”

What Are You Listening To?

Eye wants to write // Craving Digimon

Been a hot minute but the digimon cravings are real, so digitize me captain!

That means me bumping this thread out of its graveyard

@Eyeshine

You know what characters I have. :)