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The Last Stand

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Powerbound: The story of Edwina, and Mercury

Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex

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Once they stopped, Eddie got down, brushing her hair slightly. "You should have done my miles for me in high school... I might have not flunked gym!" she teased, giggling a bit. "I've never been to New York before, but... I mean, Italian is always good. We can try this place on the corner."

Sure enough, at the end of the street, there was a tiny Italian bistro -- similar to the one found in Lady and the Tramp. It hadn't closed yet, the lights valiantly fighting against the dark. A few people were walking in and out, more of them out, as they headed home, prepared for bed.

"Can you tell me anything you might know about... Lizzie Borden?" Eddie guessed, grabbing Mercury's hand and pulling him towards the store.

While on the boat, a new possibility had occurred to her about the creature that attacked her when she was small. She always assumed it was the ghost of Lizzie Borden, giving her a curse -- or perhaps, a gift -- as an act of malice. But perhaps, it wasn't a ghost after all. Perhaps it was something more sinister, something darker. Her parents never would have believed her had she told them exactly what happened.

But Mercury, perhaps he would know what had happened that night, sixteen fateful years ago.

The Last Stand

Speech Color: Green

Jade Cornish

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Jade Cornish

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Character Summary

Name:Jade Corentine Cornish
Aliases:Jady, Cor, London's Actual Finest
Age: 22
Birthday: May 13th
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: London, England
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Criminology // European History
Occupation: Private Eye
Languages: English, French, German

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Appearance

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 pounds
Build: Extremely thin, bony
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Brown frock coat, black sneakers, blue blouse, dark scarf, cashmere gloves (fingertipless), dark washed jeans

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Psychology

Inquisitive * Insecure * Caring * Depressed

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: As much as she hates being defined by her depression, it influences most of the choices she makes. Her mind, in her opinion, is being ruled over by some demonic entity, causing her to see the worst in each and every situation. As a private eye, that type of negativity does come with the job -- but it also causes it to be difficult for her to make friends. She craves companionship, but her own assurance that nothing good can ever happen prevents her from attaining it.

The very few people that Jade befriends can experience a fiercely caring relationship. She'll do anything for them, no matter the cost. And of course, she happens to want to find things out, enjoying the possibility that the unknown prevents. She tends to throw herself into her work, in order to escape the feelings that cause her extensive pain. She is also skilled in the art of sass.

Habits: Biting her nails, biting her lip, concealing feelings
Hobbies: Attending improv-comedy shows, reading, wine tasting, exercising
Fears:

• Abandonment
• Being hated
• Being trapped

Likes: 6 minimal

• Getting things correct // knowing things
• Science
• BBC News and Television Shows
• Obscure facts and knowledge
• Complex stories with twists and turns
• Animals

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Bigots and racists
• Vegetables
• Seafood
• The status quo
• Group work
• Patronizing tones

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Stalking/Following
• Disguise
• European History
• Criminology
• Breaking and Entering

Combat Skills:

• Edged Weapons -- Dagger
• Tae Kwan Do
• Edged Weapons -- Long Sword
• Acrobatics

What Is On Your Person:

• Stolen pair of handcuffs
• Pocket journal and pen
• Wallet: Containing ID, fake ID for Abigail Jackson, credit card, debit card, $50 cash, and business cards reading "LONDON'S ACTUAL FINEST // JADE CORNISH" and including her phone number
• Apartment keys
• Lighter
• Cigarettes
• Dagger
• Camera
• Clothing: Brown frock coat, dark washed jeans, black combat boots, hair ties on wrists, black socks, dark blouse

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History

Human History: Jade is the daughter of a private eye and a pimp (female, mind you). The two of them were ill-suited to being parents, and by the age of three, her uncle stepped in to raise her. Her parents would sometimes attempt to regain custody, only for them to put her life in danger, causing the uncle to return. Her uncle was (and is) a minor government official in England, making a decent salary, and was able to send her to boarding school by the time was she seven.

At boarding school, Jade was taught how to play the violin, though she fell out of practice and forgot how to do so by the time she was 17. The kids here were rather homophobic, and once word got out that her mother was a pimp and her father a private eye currently in rehab for cocaine addiction, the bullying at the school became relentless. She remained at this school until she completed her secondary school education.

The bullying caused her a great deal of pain, especially when she was 15 years old, an elaborate prank was pulled on her, in which a nice seeming boy pretended to fall in love with her. Quickly becoming more and more depressed, Jade became suicidal and depressed, self harming and becoming a quiet, darker person. Her uncle got her help as soon as he found out, but she never did become her previous, cheerier self again.

Attending King's College of London, Jade found herself fascinated with the violent minded, and studied Criminology. Like her father, she eventually became a private eye, proclaiming herself to be London's Actual Finest. With only her uncle for family, Jade is still estranged from her parents, and has no intention of starting a family of her own. Taking martial arts classes and learning to use various weapons made sense with being a private eye--she never could know what situation she was about to get herself into. Throwing herself into her work and finding comfort in cigarettes and alcohol, Jade moved to the United States soon after graduation, hoping to find more varied work. She ended up selling her soul while serving time for first degree murder-- a crime she claims she did not commit.

Demon History: She went to hell. Had a fun time, really. Ended up being an incredible marksman, and was trained as a demon to specifically go out and target hunters. Crowley used her often when it came to enforcing deals, and when Lucifer rose, he convinced her to help him put him away. She doesn't want the apocalypse to happen, as she, like Crowley, knows it'll be the end.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Oh, piss off. No one really cares."
Theme Song: A Demon's Fate by Within Temptation

The Last Stand

Speech Color: Teal

Name: Loki Laufeyson

Race: Frost Giant

Picture:

The Last Stand

Speech Color: Silver

Name: Castiel

Race: Angel

Picture:

The Last Stand

Speech Color: Blue

Name: Sam Winchester

Race: Human; Lucifer's vessel

Picture:

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Hello, I've made my way here. :P Will post my characters and all up in a second.

My List:
Loki
My OC
Sam Winchester
Castiel

Powerbound: The story of Edwina, and Mercury

Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex

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Eddie sighed a bit. "Do you think we could...skip the police and the ambulances?"

She did her best impression at puppy dog eyes, though they weren't as cute as she hoped. Truthfully, she hated doctors and shots, feeling trapped and confined. And after the day she had, she didn't want to be anywhere around other people, if she could possibly help it. First, her Brazil vacation had turned into a mafia gang bust. Then, her plane crashed out of the sky. And finally, a death omen from when she was young appeared to come true.

"And once we get away from the cops, can you tell me everything you know about ghosts?" Eddie asked.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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Amelia Pilkvist smiled, as the camera returned to her. Just an hour before the famed Altsoba town meeting, and already, there was another disaster for her to report.

"Just in--a woman in Finland is claiming that she is carrying the next Jesus Christ," Amanda paused, a seriously? expression coming up on her face. Taking a moment to recollect herself, Pilkvist returned to her practiced, neutral expression. "The woman, serving a life sentence for triple homicide, was in solitary confinement. Guards are puzzled as to the sudden pregnancy, with the Westboro Baptist Church campaigning for her immediate release to... to deliver the baby of the lord."

An image of a particularly deranged woman came onto the screen, but there was no denying it. She was at least nine months pregnant. Quickly, the backdrop switched to a bizarre woman with white hair.

"In other news, famed singer Kerli is now urging the Estonian public to accept her, and her... moon children... as the one true savior," Pilkvist continued. "We'll be back later for live coverage of the Altsoba town meeting, where some people may be saying... Altso-bye to their lives. I'm Amanda Pilkvist, and that's the news."

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The clock has struck eleven, with just an hour to go until the fated Town Meeting. Some of you may have noticed the last group of people attempt to skip town, the mayor alongside them. Will you attempt to flee the sinking ship? Or perhaps, the notion of the apocalypse doesn't bother you? At any rate, the day is remarkably pleasant for Altsoba, with only a few clouds in the sky, and no signs of rain. The temperature is a rather comfortable 70 degrees, and summer has officially arrived.

Some of you may notice the power flickering. Sometimes it comes back only for a moment, only to vanish once more. Cell phones and radios are proving ineffective, and perhaps, this is the sign everyone was looking for. A panicked hush falls over the town as the power dies, yet this time, it does not come back.

But this is Altsoba! Whether or not you believe in the apocalypse, a power outage is normal. Trees fall all of the time, hitting lines and tearing up electrical equipment. Can it really be a coincidence, though? Or is this only the beginning of something more sinister? Better go use the hospital's back up generators if you want to use anything electric. The power won't be coming back.

@Lady Amalthea and @Sohtem: Luckily, you two were near the edge of the woods. Danica may find herself having some steadily increasing cramps, and Elizabeth's hunger is being to increase substantially.

@Pundii@Witch Cat@Pirouette@BlueSky44: Reverend Adder, Sutton, Vivian, Liam, Daniyal, Elisse, and Katsumi safe, but who knows for how long? They're most likely feeling restless, peeking out of windows and making plans as to whether or not to attend the Town Meeting. Everyone will be there, so it would be strange for anyone to not arrive, no?

@BlueSky44: Zachary gets a frantic report that there's something off in the woods. The caller explains seeing blood, blood, and blood. Could be a grizzly attack, could be something more...

@Lady Amalthea: Amy has been doing a fantastic job running the ER. The only issue? Some of her employees aren't exactly the best. An intern walks by, carrying a tray filled with various acids and bases, only to trip. The tray soars, with the majority of a 4.9 M HCl solution hitting Amy directly in the eyes.

@Pundii: Liam is well, but while paying for his coffee, a flashing image appears within his mind: Amy Chang, the local doctor, with gleaming black eyes. Unless he's been doing his homework on everyone in town, he likely doesn't know who the woman is.

Powerbound: The story of Edwina, and Mercury

Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex

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Enveloped in a hug, Eddie could feel Mercury shaking. The mask clattered to the ground beneath them, and she hugged him back, watching fearfully as the boat passed the statue of liberty. Squeezing her eyes tightly, she waited for the release of death.

”I like you too Edwina.“

She opened her eyes. I'm not....dead? ”Please, never think I’d hurt you again. You’re my light, and the Darkness cannot be without the light. You’re my candle Edwina, and if you go out I’ll be alone in the darkness… I don’t want to be alone, never again.“

She blinked, breaking into a grin. She then chuckled a bit. "You're cheesy enough to be a nacho...And probably to be eaten by yourself," she commented, watching as Lady Liberty became more distant. Perhaps it had all just been nonsense after all, a cruel joke, a trick, something to taunt her and haunt her for the rest of her days.

She then lightly kicked Warlord with her toe, and snickered a bit. "Sorry, I had to."