Morose

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

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I can see all of you here, worrying over your characters' fates, no doubt? :D

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Acera

Name: Acera
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class: Witch
Race: Fetchling
Deity: Trickery
Level: 5
Size: Medium
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 96 pounds
Eyes: Pupil-less yellow
Hair: Stark white

Character Traits:
Resourceful
Clever
Opinionated
Off-putting
Slightly random. Decides things without seeming to think about it.

Character Flaws:
Doesn't relate well with others
A bit off putting
Will exploit them if it suits her

Personality: "Give 'em hell attitude"
Enjoys the misery of others and suffering, unless her desires align
Selfish, a bit egotistical
Doesn't actively wish evil on the world--looks mostly for amusement
Loki/Crowley/Iron Man/Rocky Raccoon/Sherlock sort of type. Feels no obligation to the law.

Biography: Acera was born in the shadow plane, obviously. She grew bored with the existence where she was treated as less than and began studying magic in an effort to cause something interesting to happen. She makes her living doing odd jobs, such as trading illegal goods, taking random jobs, and so forth. She uses her powers to disguise herself and remain above the rest of society. She has a Dean Winchester "give 'em hell" attitude with the morality of Crowley.

myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=272722

Family Campaign

Amarthaneth Liadon

Name: Amarthanenth Liadon
Alignment: Neutral good
Class: Ranger/Wizard
Race: Elf
Level: 2/1
Size: Medium
Age: 104
Gender: Female
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 110
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black/brown

myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=543177

NPCs
Abandoned Hope

• Amelia Katherine Pilkvist - World News Now reporter
• Cecily Eleanor Ashworth - forensics head
• Jacob Michael Anderson - diner owner
• Jamila - Qareen
• Adriana Nicole Byrd - Paranormal investigator
• John Arnold Moses - ghost of a reporter
• Dr. Chase Richard Barnes the Third - surgeon
• Walter Frank Hanson - detective
• Sariel, the Archangel of Guidance
• Mephistopheles
• Azrael

The Horrors of Coventry

• Captain Norman Holder - police captain
• Folly Valeska
• Boris Valeska
• Fiodora Valeska
• Sal Aldrich

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: 515 Longview Street, Carrollton, Georgia

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"Yeah, squiahl meat...It's like...like chipmunk meat, but not..." Jack explained, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He grinned as she took a bite, nodding at her thanks. He took a seat opposite her at the table, keeping his hands on the wood, his fingers spread out. It was an old trick he'd learned as a cop in order to get someone to be more comfortable--hopefully, it'd keep Tatiana feeling safer, as his hands weren't anywhere near his weapons.

He bit into the peach slice he took, closing his eyes and humming slightly. It was the food of the gods to him. So sweet, slightly damp, and as his mother would have reminded him, likely low in calories. Opening his eyes, he watched Tatiana as she picked away at her food, and he continued to eat some of the squirrel meat. He did so sparingly, uncertain as to when or where his next meal would be coming from.

Glancing up at her question, Jack couldn't help but grin wider at her smile. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was, and how kind. It was either that or he was imagining things, but he didn't care. "I was a cop," Jack explained. "Worked the Chicago beat, nothin' too fancy. And you...let me guess....a writah? Fantasy stories maybe?"

While he did hope she'd feel comfortable enough to open up to him, he didn't want to pressure her into it. He couldn't help but feel that she was a fragile piece of china, ready to break at any moment. Of course, he knew that it couldn't have been the case--no one weak, as far as he was aware, could've survived this long.

"I was in Vice--stopped pimps and the like. Took caahe of some real nasty sons of bitches," Jack finished, chuckling a bit.

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H20 Just Add Water (Nallore&Morose)

Millicent Blair

Location: Mako Island
Interacting With: Alice Kennedy @Nallore

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Millicent rolled her eyes as her friend dashed ahead. She didn't exactly look forward to rushing forward in an unfamiliar environment--it was practically begging the universe to cause her to trip and fall. Snorting a bit, she watched as Alice did just that, stumbling and sliding down a tiny hole.

"I suppose I win by default then, hmm?" Millicent smirked, carefully peering down the hole. "There doesn't seem to be any sign of intelligent life..."

She giggled, offering a hand down to Alice. As much as she teased her, she meant well. The two of them had become great friends since Millicent moved from Scotland, with Alice being kinder to her than anyone else in the school. Millicent smiled, waiting for Alice to grab onto her hand. However, the moment Alice grabbed on, Millicent's feet would slip, causing her to tumble down the hole as well.

She laughed, lying down, her hair splayed out behind her. "I...I meant for that to happen."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: 515 Longview Street, Carrollton, Georgia

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Jack nodded, turning into the driveway and following Tatiana's directions, heading behind the house. The car slowly went to a halt as he delicately pressed on the breaks, and quickly switched the car into park, putting on the parking break, turning off the headlights, and removing the key from the ignition. It was a drill from Driver's Ed that stuck with him, even at the end of the world, it'd seem.

"Keys?" Tatiana asked as they quietly got out of the truck, shutting the doors with the utmost of care. He nodded, handing them over to her with a teasing salute. "Keys."

He smiled at her, attempting to get her to calm down. He could tell that she was still incredibly nervous, palpably so. Had she not seemed so frightened, he might have joked about it. Instead, he debated on whether or not it'd help her by saying the most stereotypical Boston thing: pahk the cahh in havahd yahd. Though, he figured that finding her friend would be the only thing that could truly help Tatiana.

Tatiana cleared the door, and Jack nodded at the makeshift barricade they had constructed. Tatiana and her friend hadn't been messing around, clearly. "Should be safe inside."

Jack smiled back. "Glad to heaah it," Jack said, walking inside after her. He took a last glance behind him, noticing some disturbances in the dirt, as if something had been dragged. His eyes started to follow the trail, but Tatiana closed the door, and he attempted to assist her in moving the hutch. However, she seemed to have a hand on it, so Jack nodded and stood there awkwardly, trying his best to not get in the way.

"Um, hungry?" Tatiana asked, holding out a can of peaches and a bottle of water. He chuckled, setting down his makeshift tarp bag, and pulled out some roasted squirrel meat. He offered it to her, accepting a single slice of peach from the can of peaches. It had been ages since he had anything sweet, and only once Tatiana had accepted some meat would he eat it.

"It's, uh, it's squiahl meat," Jack explained. "I don't want to eat all of yoah food. It's even, this way."

He hesitated, realizing that Tatiana might have suspected it to be poisoned. He took a small piece of the meat and popped it in his mouth, looking a bit goofy as he struggled to chew and swallow it quickly. "It's, uh, it's safe," Jack said, finally managing to finish the bit of meat.

The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: Core Reactor ---> The Infirmary

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Tryke reached up to rub the sweat off her forehead, only to awkwardly swipe her glove across the covering of her suit. She chuckled a bit, delicately climbing off of the base of the core, and reimagining the protective bubble around her. It helped her to imagine what she wanted done when using her talent. She made her way to the titanium door of the cement casing, once again punching in her code. The same voice warned her about radiation, only to be ignored again. Going through the door, Tryke closed it, repeating the process with the outer glass door.

Right as it closed behind her, the very minute, the alarms began screeching. "Fucking hell," Tryke groaned, glancing at the elevator. She didn't want to imagine what could have gone wrong this time--the core reactor had been bad enough, surely nothing could be worse?

Punching in her code for the elevator, Tryke climbed inside, glancing over at the monitors. The alarms indicated that something afoul had occurred in the infirmary. Frowning a bit, she couldn't help but assume that the T-1 had caused a problem. Perhaps her true colors had finally revealed themselves.

"Tryke, we have some vent leak that just happened up in the infirmary. Not sure what the cause was, the alarm went off and it is showing a wall break and a breach up there now. Rest of the crew is tied up with the other repairs until we get back up brought in later tonight. Is the core alright and do you have time to get up there and check out the infirmary or do you want me to pull someone from elsewhere to head up there?"

"Nice to hear from you too, Craig, thanks for asking how I am," Tryke muttered, rolling her eyes. "I'm great, by the way."

She let out a deep breath, taking in the information. It shouldn't take too much work--an inspection, determination of what was wrong, and then fixing the issue. There was no reason for her to deny taking on the repair--her entire team was working themselves to death over it, and an issue in the infirmary was never good news for anyone. "Core's fine. I'm on my way over to the infirmary to check it out now."

Punching in the code for the infirmary, Tryke waited as the elevator shot her up a good twenty or so floors. Still clad in the hazmat suit, Tryke couldn't be damned to stop and properly store it. It wasn't like it was dangerous or anything--it was just a glorified slab of lead, really. The elevator doors opened and she peeked inside, her eyes flashing around as she tried to locate the problem.

"Craig said you had a..." her voice trailed off, glancing at the gurney Tristan had been placed onto. She gulped, her eyes wide.

She really wished she had sent someone else to check on the infirmary.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Inside the Gym

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"And maybe music girl needs to learn how to sing and play instruments"

Tuesday's nostrils flared. Despite abandoning Riley in high school and hardly staying in contact with her, there was a primal need to defend a sibling. Only family had the great honor of being able to insult family. Tuesday got to insult Riley's music--not someone who probably dated Siri on his phone.

"Yeah and the Tech-Weed doesn't have a life other then his phone, go and play Pokémon Go or something while your over there!" Riley shouted. Tuesday chuckled at the comment, giving her sister a subtle high five. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. They never really left high school, had they?

"Would you two knock it the fuck off! We have three of our class mates dead and you two are bickering as if you are auditioning for who will get dubbed 'Biggest Emo'," the cop said, giving a pained look towards Tuesday. She awkwardly waved back, hating having his attention on her. She didn't trust cops, that was a given. But more so, she felt extremely paranoid whenever they'd smile at her. Back in prison, when a guard smiled at you, it wasn't your lucky day.

"Thank you Tuesday, that should cover everything." She nodded, her eyes darting to the side as she rocked back and forth on her feet, attempting to make the time pass. Tim quickly explained, sticking his notes in his pocket. "Listen, do me a favor. Keep your sister close tonight and such. I think Cynthia is bunking with her. Three of you should be good together tonight. Might want to get out of here, I'm closing this place down until tomorrow."

"Right I will...keep an eye on them," Tuesday mumbled awkwardly, letting out a sigh of relief when Tim walked away. Of course, it did surprise her slightly that he had asked her to watch them. Hardly anyone trusted her with things like that anymore, assuming that she was going to flake and get high. It didn't matter how much she maintained that the drugs helped her to focus. They didn't listen to her anymore.

"Come on, come on. I can fill you in on the real dish. What real dish? You know, the dish! Oh the Hawaiian Dish? Yeah, that dish. With a side of Italian meatballs! Exactly, now that is a dish to talk about," Cynthia prattled on and on, pulling Tuesday over towards Riley. She nodded, paying close attention to Cynthia, asking her for clarification and to repeat bits that she missed. She treated her as if she made perfect sense, hardly caring if Riley threw her any confused glances.

"Well...That's certainly dramatic," Tuesday mumbled, finally understanding about Kai and Ada. "Practically a soap opera."

She smiled a bit, glancing around as people began to filter out of the gym. Recalling what Tim said, she turned back to face Cynthia and Riley. "How about we go get some sleep? I think they want us out of here."

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Scarleth Pevensey

Prisoner Data Form

Scarleth Pevensey

Aliases: Ruby Red

Prisoner ID Number: 2527

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 33

Former Faction: The Black Stars

Physical Description:()

Description Form

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 140 pounds

Eye Description: Her eyes are a warm, almost amber like brown.

Hair Description: Her hair is brown as well, lightening and curling the further from the base it gets. She wears it rather short, hitting her shoulders, and loose. However, in some situations she'll pin it up into a sophisticated bun.

Skin Description: Lightly tanned

Scars, Birthmarks, or other Identifying Traits: She has a brand on her left ankle from a rival gang. The brand is "RR" in order to warn anyone who crosses her of her identity. She covered the brand up with a tattoo of three diamonds: two red and one black.

Facial description: N/A

Description of Clothing/Armor: Prior to being arrested, Scarleth would wear whatever the mission suited. If she was taking the target out from afar, she would dress in all black, similar to the picture of her above. If the target was going to be poisoned at a dinner, she would dress for the party in a gorgeous gown, and mingle among the guests.

During missions, she wears this set of armor. It offers standard shielding, as well as plenty of holsters and places to conceal weapons. Its sleek design allows for freedom of movement, as well as not being too outrageous, in order to allow for concealment. It doesn't offer any sort of vision help, as her artificial eye has that covered.

When not working, Scarleth tends to wear a black long sleeved shirt with white collar, dark washed pants, combat boots, and a black cloche hat.

Bionic Limbs/Synthetic Organs/Robotic Augmentations: Due to what her godfather continues to insist truly was a childhood accident, Scarleth has an advanced augmentation instead of her right eye. It allows her to see not just visible light, but IR light as well, and provides precision and accuracy for aiming.

Weapons of Choice:
-A mixture of morphine and atropine, poisons that counteract each other and leave no trace, yet still kill the victim.
-Two concealed daggers hidden in her boots, excellent for a discreet kill when poison won't do
-Whisperer Model 38-B: small, discreet, accurate, and quiet. The new (and far smaller) sniper's rifle.

Charges/Sentences: According to the Federation, the famed Ruby Red (Scarleth) is serving a life sentence for the murder of the governor of the Coramorr colony. She is suspected of intending to kill five other prominent officials. Beyond their knowledge, Scarleth has had 51 confirmed kills beyond the one she is in prison for. She's more than earned her stay LMSIF.

Skills:

• Scarleth has an almost seductive personality, causing people to drop their guard around her, and perhaps be more at ease to do what they shouldn't. She's incredibly charming.
• Scarleth is calculating and cold, able to look past emotions and get the job done.
• Scarleth has a good deal of experience when it comes to murder, and has mastered the art of the assassin (aside from getting caught, that is).
• Scarleth is able to disguise herself and hide in plain sight. She's a master of deception.
• Lying is her middle name.
• Scarleth is skilled with administering poison, firearms, and knives.

Flaws:

• Scarleth has never truly gotten close to someone, never experienced honest connection and friendship.
• She trusts no one but herself, and as of such, is quick to blame others.
• She loses her cool in unplanned hostile situations--she likes to be able to know exactly what's going to happen in advance.
• She feels nothing when killing another person. She doesn't value life.
• Scarleth is stuck up and egotistical.

Personality: Cold hearted and calculating, Scarleth has embraced the mentality of a killer. She doesn't truly feel much, instead burying her emotions deep, deep down. She fakes and lies constantly, always attempting to blend in with the accepted norm, and gain the trust of those around her. Manipulative to the end, Scarleth respects those who don't act cowardly and do take ownership of their actions. Her loyalty and drive is for herself, yet due to her schooling, she simply doesn't know a life outside of being a contract killer. It's simply who she is. Morbid humor and sarcasm come second nature to her as well, and she's a bit quick to anger when she views others are making simple mistakes.

Personal Biography: Scarleth's parents were about as dull and inane as possible. The two of them worked in the tourism industry, and as exciting as that was, they merely filled out forms and went through the same old routine. They had a daughter, naming her after her grandmothers Scarlet and Rosebeth, creating the most awkward name of all time: Scarleth. It was almost fortunate that two years later, when her parents were away for business and left her with a sitter, they were killed in a freak hyperspace collision. The authorities never managed to figure out why both ships were in the same place at the same time, but it killed Scarleth's parents all the same.

Her godfather took her in. He lived on the planet Samlingssted, in its capital city of Notrurn. The planet was a sophisticated one, to the extent that most of its residents lived an incredibly comfortable life. Her godfather, however, made his living by training young girls to be assassins. His students, once they turned of age, would then be recruited by some of the major gangs. He would receive a lovely bonus and they would be fully prepared for their new life of crime. The entire process was hidden under the disguise of being an Etiquette and Culture School for Young Ladies, of which her godfather was (supposedly) the head teacher. Seeing the potential of his goddaughter, he entered her in the school at the age of six.

Until Scarleth turned eighteen, the school was practically her home. Her and nine other girls were trained in various methods of combat, utilizing knives and firearms. They were taught how to shoot a weapon, with the majority of them having an "accident" that required an enhanced augmentation replacement to one of their eyes. They were then drilled on further precision and accuracy, and taught fine manners, in order to blend in among the higher members of society. By the time they completed their training at the academy, Scarleth and the other girls were highly desirable potential members for the major criminal organizations.

She was recruited by the Black Stars. Working for them, she used her training to assassinate high profile targets. These targets would be those adverse to the gang or political figures, as well as rival gang leaders. Excelling thanks to her training, she killed a total of 52 people in her seven years working for the Black Stars. Her time with them ended when she was 25, and her godfather sold her out to a rival gang. They alerted the authorities of where Scarleth, the famed Ruby Red, would be, and she was arrested for one count of murder and five counts of intended murder. She has been in prison ever since, slowly losing her mind due to the confinement, and desperate for any chance of escape.

Personal Belongings:
-A silver locket given to her by her godfather on her graduation day: the initials RR are engraved on it.
-A red ring, a trophy taken from her first kill.

Other: Her alias, Ruby Red, is an allusion to the appearance of spilled blood on porcelain.

Theme song: Heaven Knows - The Pretty Reckless

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@Morose Ruby Red is accepted!

Love the character and her backstory, an female assassin bred from youth. I figured we'd get an assassin or two. You can post the sheet to the characters' page. If she's a member of the Black Stars then its a certainty she knows Callum and he knows her. Possible they could have met in the past.

@Heat

Yeah, I imagine they would have met. She definitely knows him, given she worked for him.