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🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Gotcha. :) More like test tubes and such for the experiments. I can add that in as a clarification?

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea

Virginia Crypt

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Virginia Crypt

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Character Summary

Name: Virginia Margaret Crypt
Social Class: Peers
Age: 25
Birthday: October 9th, 1797
Nationality: British
Birth Place: London Townhouse of the Crypt Family
Residence: Wenwynith Manor, Dartford, Kent, England
Gender: Female
Education: Private Tutors
Income Source: Titled & Investments
Native Language: English (reads/writes)

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 pounds
Build: Bony
Eyes: Blue-grey, sleepy circles in shape
Hair: Light brown, soft, hangs a few inches below her shoulder
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Virginia, as a rule, only wears three colors; black, periwinkle, and a soft blue. She generally wears long yet loose dresses, usually with slightly puffed sleeves at the top. She wears white gloves and carries a black parasol with her, and her hat always matches the color scheme of her dress. Her shoes never have too much of a heel to them, and are incredibly sturdy. She wears an opal necklace as well.

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Psychology

Calm * Bluestocking * Independent * Dark * Peculiar * Stubborn

Sexuality: Bisexual (Aware but closeted)
Relationship Status: Single - Currently not entertaining suitors
Personality: Being a Crypt, Virginia has always been a bit of an oddball. Raised with the social rules and decorum of the regency era, she knows all of the social dances to make, despite not truly understanding some of the conventions. But primarily, Virginia can be thought of as a bit of a dark Luna Lovegood mixed with Sherlock Holmes, an almost dreamy individual with no qualms about death. It's her subtle eccentricity, her peculiar nature. Death doesn't startle her--it fascinates her instead, as well as abnormalities in the brain.

Of course, her dreamy nature doesn't make her passive or weak. In fact, Virginia knows very well how to keep her cards close to her chest, and wait for the appropriate time. She simply isn't as motivated to climb the social ladder as others may be, one of the reasons why Virginia currently is not entertaining any suitors. She simply doesn't care. Her independence and stubbornness can come off as a bit bossy, but she'a adapted to essentially managing the Crypt's affairs, due to her parents' absence and her brother's young age.
Habits: getting lost in her own thoughts, unwavering eye contact
Hobbies: scientific experiments--basic chemical and forensic experiments for the time period, conducted in the privacy of the manor's basement
Fears:

• James becoming one of the soulless
• Dismemberment
• Confinement for female hysteria

Likes:

• Playing the violin
• Curios
• Spending time with her brother, James
• Reading journal articles
• Taking walks using sokw
• Tales of the soulless
• Deviances in psychology

Dislikes:

• Courtship
• Disrespect--especially from those the Crypt family has invested funds with
• The season
• Talk of her parents being lost at sea
• Sweets
• Stubborn clinging to the illusion of normality

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Leadership
• Violin
• City Knowledge (Dartford)
• Country Knowledge (England)
• City Knowledge (London)
• History (Crypt Family)
• Negotiations
• Deduction
• Chemical Analysis
• Biology
• Court Etiquette
• Ballroom Dancing

Trained Skills:

• Language - Arre-Catte Waho
• Nakai - A focusing of ones mind and body to make the person more durable and resistant to damage; both mental and physical. Lowers the chance of being "scared to death"
• Mikasi - Ability to project ones soul fully into the between as to battle in astral combat with Cargast; leaves the body itself limp and vulnerable to physical attack.
• Chankoowashtay - Ability to project ones mind into the between for purposes of observation only; can move up to one mile from the body. Body is semi there but cannot perform complex action, seems in a daze and just sits takes 1 word direction
• Sokw - Same as above but can go further, up to 50 miles; chance of the mind getting lost while out and about as it were and not being able to return to the body
• Pavati - Ability to wield an Axe; includes throwing accuracy

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - a dress similar to this in fashion, a light shade of blue. Partnered with white gloves and a black parasol, her regency-style cap matches the color of the dress. Shoes are sturdy, a soft brown color, and lack a heal. Additionally, she wears an opal necklace. To beat the London chill, she wears a black overcoat.
• small handbag, colored black and blue--containing pounds, farthings, pence, black handkerchief, small notepad and pencil
• Black axe sheaths, attached to sides of the dress around the hip area for convenience
• Small ebony axe with shining blade, held in the sheath
• Additional small ebony axe, held in sheath

Residence:

• Assorted Clothing, such as - dress, dress, dress, dress
• Glassware--scientific for experiments
• Scientific and medical texts
• Scientific and medical journal articles
• Opal ring (Crypt family heirloom, traditionally worn by the current Earl of Dywell. Left behind by Lord Dywell before his voyage).
• Loose white shirt and trousers for training
• Incense
• Fiction novellas
• Crypt family records
• Spare axe; full sized
• Bloodhound; Ripper

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History

Family History: The Crypts are a widespread family, with branches appearing in most of the major countries of the world. Some are in the colonies, some in Spain, but the ones to achieve true wealth and power are based in England. The English Crypts were granted an earldom by Henry VIII, from services to the crown. The earldom allowed the Crypt family to enjoy a relatively comfortable life at Wenwynith Manor. Each earl of the family had the title Earl of Dywell, giving the eldest son the courtesy title Viscount Wenwynith.

The Crypt family reputation is relatively unblemished, almost thanks to the Soulless threat. Prior to the entire debacle, they had been seen as an almost eccentric family, producing some perplexing individuals with unusual interests. However, the training against the Soulless and the imminent danger has almost rationalized the Crypt outlook on life, causing them to lose the macabre taste that they enjoyed a few centuries prior.

Currently, the Earl of Dywell and Lady Dywell do not have known whereabouts. It is suspected that they perished when traveling to visit a distant cousin of Lord Dywell's. Wenwynith Manor is currently inhabited by Lady Virginia Crypt and Viscount Wenwynith, as Virginia's grandmother had already passed. However, since Virginia and her younger brother, James, refuse to believe their parent's demise, James has not taken over yet as the head of the Crypt family.

Your personal life: The eldest child and only daughter of Lord Dywell and Lady Dywell, Virginia was expected to inherit the earldom for a majority of her life. Her father had no brothers, merely distant cousins in a messy spiderweb of Crypt family relations. Per the terms the earldom had been charted with, it would then pass to Virginia. Her parents, thus, prepared their daughter for this from an early age, teaching her not how to run a house, but how to lead. Their longtime butler, Alfred, would manage the household affairs to her.

Like her father before her, Virginia tested well at a young age in intelligence and constitution. Most British Crypts did, so it was hardly surprising. From her fascination with the mind and the idea of astral projection, they sent her to the colonies. There she trained to learn to better understand the supernatural forces, as well as protect herself if ever needed. That was, admittedly, a bit of an afterthought for the Crypts. As a rule, they were more fascinated by the soulless than afraid of them.

While in the colonies, Virginia learned to play the violin, fancying herself to be a discoverer of hidden knowledge. She became fascinated with the mind, as well as budding theories that science could be applied to determine the course of past events. It was here in the colonies that Virginia was exposed to both the mysticism of the supernatural, as well as the determinative nature of science.

She concluded her training at the age of eighteen and returned home to England. Just two years after her return, Lady Dywell gave birth to a son, James. The male heir meant that Virginia could no longer succeed her father and claim the earldom. But rather than be bitter, Virginia merely allowed herself to pursue her own studies. The Crypts were always an odd family, and her parents encouraged her, allowing her to turn the dark basement of the manor into a laboratory of sorts. Her experiments were rather simple at first, experimenting with the feeble beginnings of the ideal gas law, as she applied the meager knowledge she gained in the colonies.

At the age of twenty-three, word was sent to the Crypt families that a distant cousin, a native to Spain, was on his deathbed and wished to see Lord Dywell before he died. Her parents left by ship. They never returned. Presently, Virginia acts as the family head in the place of her brother, as he is too young to even be trained. Their trusted butler, Alfred, continues to manage the household affairs.

What you want for your life: Virginia is not quite certain what she desires in life. She wishes to simply satiate her curiosity, to learn whatever it is she desires to learn, even if she is not quite sure what that is. She is a Crypt, she believes herself to be capable of anything she puts her mind to. As for others, she does hope that her brother, James, will grow up just as well as she did, despite her parents' absence.

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Extras

Character Quote(s): "Death is an old friend."
"And being so young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy" -Edgar Allen Poe.
"It is my business to know what other people do not know" -Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Theme Song: Special Death by Mirah
Anything Else: Cargast; Chloe and Cecily
Distant relation to Belladonna, Javier, and Mercurial Crypt
FC- Bella Heathcote
_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Outside the Boy's Room/Cell ---> the Kitchen

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Dorothy listened carefully, waiting to see if there would be any other outcries. Hearing nothing from within the cell, she quickly went back inside of the medical bay, fetching one of her medical texts. Her cleaning was largely complete, and during these rare moments, it wouldn't hurt to re-read on the various inner-workings of medical practice. Sitting outside of the cell with the textbook, Dorothy flipped to the chapter on poisonous substances, and began to read.

Cū dúsù shì fēicháng wéixiǎn de, dàn zài mǒu xiē yīliáo shíjiàn zhōng kěyǐ yòng yú mǒu xiē yōushì. Běn gōngzuò de mùdì shì liǎojiě zhè zhǒng dúsù de gè zhǒng liúxíng bìng xué, línchuáng hé bìnglǐ shēnglǐxué fāngmiàn, bìng quèrèn qí zuì yǒuxiào de yòngtú.

Turning the page, Dorothy mused on the topic. It was a discussion of the use of botulinum toxin as a medicine, rather than a poison. The date on the article was dreadfully old, but it had been important enough to include in one of her texts. She continued to read on, enjoying the refresher of her knowledge, but equally troubled that she may come across some fact that would not bode well for the Captain. Dorothy hadn't been notified as to whether or not the Captain would need additional assistance--she decided to take that as a sign of Anisa's quick recovery.

"Would you please quit hollering?" Dorothy groaned, hearing the kid start to act up again as the ship sputters to life. She rolled her eyes slightly, imagining that Gideon had just hit the console until it turned on. "I can't hear myself think with that gorrham racket!"

But that hardly seemed to help. The boy was banging on the door, and Dorothy could make out what he was saying--barely. Seemed the kid wanted something to eat. She let out a sigh, half tempted to let him starve, but the bangs were getting to be irritating. It was her only time to read, and here he was, making it impossible for her to concentrate. Putting her book down, Dorothy pondered going into the Med Bay, and simply getting the kid a glass of water. But her occupation got the best of her--he needed actual food--and she decided to head up to the kitchen to fetch something.

Yet as she heard the yelling as she approached the kitchen, Dorothy couldn't help but wince. She should've let the kid tough it out. She did not need to be there when Anisa was pissed.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Egyptian Museum

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Of all the strange, strange happenings, perhaps the return from the grave was a small comfort. Nora, as much as she despised the fantasies of fiction, read more dime novels than she assumed could be in good taste. Among these, she had once become enthralled with the mind of Sherlock Holmes. The possibility of a man returning from the grave, as far as Nora was concerned, was an easy event. Medical records and death reports were remarkably faulty. She had heard tale of dead men still returning home from the United States' Civil War as much as twenty years after the funeral service had concluded.

That wasn't to say that it wasn't peculiar, of course. Nora merely kept to herself, rather than flinging herself at the newcomer as the starlet did, or attempting to find some sort of story as the reporter did. The highly structured class based society of England forbid such transgressions entirely. It may have been different in America, Nora was aware, but she couldn't help but feel dismayed at the conduct. If her dear brother Ernest had returned from the grave, such interruptions of a reunion would have been absolutely horrid.

She carefully observed the happy reunion, noting the elongated scar on the gentleman--Peter--that marred his face. The talks of drunken fights at the memorial, accompanied with ernest and sincere hugs, lead Nora to wonder whether or not Peter had supposedly met the same fate as her dear brother. His turns of phrase, at the very least, were most amusing--his implication that Miss Clark made her means through sexual gratification brought a little glimmer to Nora's eyes. With the way the American actress behaved, it was an exceptionally easy mistake to be made.

As the Lord Major once again insisted that they leave, Nora paused for a moment. Lady Munn had asked for her to stay behind in order to assist her, but she wondered whether or not the Lady Munn would much appreciate some privacy with Peter, whom Nora assumed to be of some close relation to Vera. But it seemed equally improper for her to interject with this heartfelt reunion. The sounding of her voice may shatter the joy and happiness just as much as the starlet and the journalist had, Nora feared.

But perhaps conventions could slide slightly, for this most extraordinary occasion. And if she did make a misstep, so be it. "Pardon me for inquiring, but Lady Munn, will you still be needing my assistance or shall I wait with the others? I would not be so bold as to intrude upon your most happy and decidedly deserved reunion."

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii: Day 6!

Soulless Regency - Regency Period Supernatural RP

Working on my character now. :) Just putting it out here that I'm using Bella Heathcote as my faceclaim for Lady Virginia Crypt.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii: On day 5
@Witch Cat: On day 7, with 2 day extension.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Witch Cat Granted, as I'm feeling merciful at the moment. ;)

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)

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It took Jack just a second to figure out who Bazhooli was talking about. Bridgette, the Viking chick he had helped with the wall. Remembering her final comments, Jack grimaced slightly. That probably wouldn't be the best idea. And the thought of bribing girls to strip for them hardly made him comfortable. "Let's not have any strippahs, maybe," Jack suggested. They didn't need strippers to have a good time, after all.

He tossed Bazhooli pins as he asked for them, and as the door opened and Tatiana walked inside, he couldn't help but beam again. There she was, perfectly fine, and looking more and more adjusted to life in Newnan with each minute that passed. From what Jack could tell, she'd made friends with the other girls, and he nodded at everyone who entered the Rec Center, but it was clear who he was looking at.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: The Infirmary (Franklin)

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Confused. That was one word to describe Édouard at the moment. Despite all of Lyon's teasings, here Sana was, giving him careful instructions in French and moving his hand around. It wasn't as if he wasn't able to respond--he was able to do things, despite popular belief. Breathing was something he excelled at, for example. And there had been some sword injuries in Cyprus, it hadn't seemed to difficult to him to put pressure on a wound.

But that wasn't the source of his confusion. No, he felt confused when Sana put her hand on his shoulder, when she gave him a smile, and told him thank you. What was that all about? However, his thinking was cut short by Ray's groans of pain. Édouard rolled his eyes, tempted to kick the injured man, for interrupting his thoughts. "Tais-toi!" Édouard snapped.

What did it all mean? He kept thinking over that as some left the infirmary, off to do some task that he couldn't care less about. He noticed that Ray was losing blood, and he figured the man was likely to die. He remembered hearing once that organ harvesting could be done when people died--perhaps they'd make Ray's kidney into stew? It was a disgusting thought, but Americans did rather strange things. And it wasn't as if Édouard bothered to properly understand them.

"Il va mourir," Édouard said plainly, still doing as Sana asked him to. "C'est inutile."

Translations

Tais-toi! = Shut up!
Il va mourir. = He's going to die.
C'est inutile. = This is useless.

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: the Woods

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As Tryke dangled like a piñata, an appetizing snack for the next group of walkers to come near, she tried her best to practice the noble virtue of patience. If there was anything the young engineer wanted to do, it was the struggle and attempt to get free from the trap, but it would have been a fatal effort. It would only call more walkers over, ensuring her death. This wasn't the way she expected to go. She thought, back before the world had decided to show her how fucked up it could really get, that she'd die because of her asshole boss. He was a real piece of shit, and likely would've insisted on her doing something that would get her killed.

But here she was, dangling from her ankle. "Fuck me," Tryke groaned, able to spot where she had stashed her meager supplies, her bat on the ground. She had gone off the main road in order to camp, as well as make some minor repairs to her bike. It was in fairly good condition, but she wanted it to be even better. And of course, just when it looked like she was catching a break, karma decided to bite her in the ass.

Still, she wasn't too bad at climbing. Eyeing the branches of the trees, Tryke let herself swing more. If she got enough momentum, she figured, she'd be able to catch the branch and haul herself up. And if the rope or the branch snapped, maybe she'd be lucky and crack her skull open. Tryke and the world were having a bit of a hate-hate relationship lately, anyways.

"Please don't be cannibals," Tryke muttered under her breath. "Please don't be fucking cannibals." Entering the woods, she saw three people, in perhaps the oddest grouping ever. It looked like something a fantasy-apocalypse nerd would have come up with, the very people Tryke spent her time working with, before this happened. The girls looked like they stepped out of a Viking convention, contrasting with the dark skinned man with the gun.

And of course, one of them was holding a fucking axe. Tryke shut her eyes tightly, hoping that when she opened them, this all would be a dream, and she'd be back in the "garage" with Tristan breathing down her neck constantly. But when she opened her eyes, the Vikings and their friend still were there. She tried not to scoff at the notion of yoga bullshit, trying her best to keep her temper. At least they didn't seem to be cannibals.

"Yes, yes, I need help," Tryke said, trying her best not to get angry. She had always been a bit short fused, but truthfully, getting cut down before any walkers came was a good enough reason to keep her temper in check. Besides, she didn't feel like being shot or chopped into pieces with an axe. However, as she heard one of the women say they wouldn't cut her down yet, she felt her temper flare a bit. "I'm an engineer, I can fix your shit if you cut me down?" she bargained, thinking that perhaps they'd need a service performed for the favor.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Will be posting within the next 4-5 hours :)