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[HighCas] Medieval Fantasy Adventure, Small Group

hmm..... so many boys. This RP needs a woman's touch. I'll have my CS up sometime today.

The Experiment

Hope my post is okay

The Experiment

Of all the habits she had, smoking was non-negotiable. Spark had been smoking since she was 15 and she wasn't about to quit for someone else's sake. She had stepped out into the hall, just outside her quarters, and decided to have a smoke before the mandatory class session. Two guards had shown up to escort her to class. It wasn't the first time and the "Good Doctor" didn't seem to mind since she was by far the most cooperative. It wasn't like she had somewhere better to go and she would have been dead otherwise.

She lit her cigarette using her middle finger pointed at the approaching guards as electricity arced from her finger and lit up her smoke. One of the guards was a man she knew well. His name was Jensen, at least that's what his name tag said. Spark knew that he liked her, she had seen the way he looked at her and recognized it immediately. If Jensen could have his way she would have been lying on her back screaming while he got his rocks off every night. He was a simple minded kind of guy, easy for her to get what she wanted out of him, which in this case was cigarettes.

She walked along with them, no need to cause a fuss. The bleak fluorescent lights and utilitarian architecture made every hallway look the same. Finally they reached the classroom. When she came to the doorway she could see the other 'experiments' sitting around and talking among themselves. Most of them looked like pushovers but there were a few she had her eye on. She handed Jensen the almost finished cigarette. The classroom itself looked nothing out of the ordinary as she walked past the other 'experiments'. She sat at the back leaning into her chair and idly sparking shocks between her fingers.

The Experiment

So what is going on at the moment? Any suggestions for how I should make an entrance?

The Experiment

KatherinWinter said
Nice. Only problem I see is how would Vlad control her?

It's simple really. Spark wants to be there. She's going to be trained to kill people and she's going to get paid for it. Even better she gets a roof over her head and three meals a day. All she has to do is what she has been doing all her life... survive.

The Experiment

Hi Hi everyone let me know what you think of Spark.

The Experiment

Name: Sandra Wong A.K.A. Spark
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: She says what she wants to whomever she wants and doesn't give a damn about it. Her life has made her into a rude and selfish person who isn't afraid of getting her hands dirty to get what she wants. Spark is vulgar, mean, and most of all she likes it that way. Her one goal in life is to survive.

Ability: Electric Manipulation. Aside from the obvious use of creating static discharges to shoot her enemies, she can also use pulses of electricity to stimulate her muscle movements which give her the attributes of a career athlete and enhanced stamina.

Bio: Although she made her official debut in the NYPD arrest records at the age of 14 she had been pulling tricks since she was old enough to get away with it. Her father was a second rate pick-pocket who died trying to steal from a drug dealer and her mother was a strung out prostitute who eventually gave up trying to raise her daughter at the age of twelve. Spark was given to a local bar owner who used her as a sex slave giving service to select customers in the VIP section behind the normal bar. Finally fed up with her life she killed the bar owner two years later, hence her debut with the NYPD. Luckily Spark claimed self-defense and the police were inclined to believe her. This was the start of what turned Spark into a real criminal.

For four years she robbed, extorted, and occasionally killed in order for her to survive. She ended up living in China Town and got recruited by the Chinese Triad, she worked for them in exchange for protection and a place to live. The work was hard and dangerous but she always pulled through. It finally caught up with her when she killed a man who had been a confidential informant for the NYPD. After dancing around the subject in the interrogation room with the investigating detective for days they finally pinned her at the scene when they found the gun she used to kill the man and matched it to the bullet she had left in his skull. Spark was looking at a death sentence but then something happened, she was offered a deal. All she had to do was sign her life away and she could keep living a little longer. Not a bad deal really, so she took it.

A Broken Sword, Cry the Raven, Death is the end (A Sengoku Jidai Era Samurai RP)

Couldn't really decide what to do yesterday but I thought it might get crowded if everyone is in the market :P

A Broken Sword, Cry the Raven, Death is the end (A Sengoku Jidai Era Samurai RP)

This morning, as every morning, Sayuri had been visiting her parents. The house they lived in belonged to the Hisakawa family for eight generations. It is safe to say that the Hisakawa family was one of the most respected families among the Retainers of the Matsudaira. Her father, his father before him, and their fathers had always served the Matsudaira faithfully and with honor. It was a modest but respectable home adorned with mementos of different battles and campaigns along with several racks of fine clothing that her mother made. It was settled in the northern end of the city center on a slight hill right next to a Shinto shrine. It was also one of the few houses with it's own wall. Inside the walls of the Hisakawa household was a garden maintained by the two servants afforded to their family. One was an elderly woman by the name of Setsuko, the other was a young girl about 16 years old named Rio. Setsuko had served their family since her early twenties and had cared for Sayuri when she was a child. Rio had only recently come to work as a servant due to the loss of her family to bandit raids.

In the common room of the house sat two figures drinking tea and looking out to the gardens. One an elderly man of about 50. Looking at him now one might never have guessed that he was once called the Sword of Justice. There was a time when men feared the very sight of him but time had taken it's toll. Even now he was very intimidating despite his physical condition but a chronic and incurable stomach illness has left him weak and unable to wield a sword. Next to the old man was a young and beautiful woman, Sayuri. Her silk black hair and fair complexion were gifts that she carried with grace. Were it not for the Daisho on her Obi one would not think of her as a warrior. She had been training her entire life to use them with skill. A Naginata lay next to her on the floor. Both of them were Samurai and followed Bushido, although in their own home the formalities often stayed behind at the door. They looked upon the gardens as they spoke.

Sayuri: "It's quite cold today, Father. Wouldn't you rather be inside?"
Ichitosen: Why? So your Mother can fawn over me like I'm a sick dog? Ever since I resigned she has been this way. I understand that I am weak and the Doctor says I should rest more I cannot help but feel restless."
Sayuri: "I worry for you, Father."
Ichitosen: "I know. I suppose I have become a burden now that I am old and weak. It makes me think of your future."
Sayuri: "My future?"
Ichitosen: "Yes, I often wonder who would be a suitable husband for you. The Hisakawa family ends with you now. Were I gifted a son by the heavens it would be a different matter. I have given it much thought this past year, he should be a man worthy of you and wealthy enough that I do not have to worry."
Sayuri: "Am I to marry a rich and fat Merchant then?"
Ichitosen: "HAHA! I would not be so cruel as to give you away to a slob, no. I have someone else in mind. We have served the Matsudaira clan for six, no seven generations now. I think it is appropriate that you should be affiliated with their family."
Sayuri: "Even so, Daimyo Matsudaira would do much better to marry Young Lord Kishinro to someone else."
Ichitosen: "Not him, though if I could that would be a great blessing. No, I speak of the other boy."
Sayuri: "Kaito-kun..."
Ichitosen: "I know you are fond of him already. You used to play together as children. So many years ago."
Sayuri: "It would be a great honor. Have you spoken to Lord Matsudaira?"
Ichitosen: "I have already sent a letter to be delivered asking permission, though I've yet to inform the boy. I Know it's a bit unorthodox but I thought you might like to tell him yourself."
Sayuri: "I see..."
Ichitosen: "When this goes through I can die in peace knowing you will carry our honor, although you will not carry our name. This is enough for me."
Sayuri: "Father..."

A Broken Sword, Cry the Raven, Death is the end (A Sengoku Jidai Era Samurai RP)

finally getting over my cold