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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Okay. ^^ Thank you.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Got a quick clarifying question about the new rule on relationship development. Since Ravi is new to Newnan, I need to collab his interactions with each person in Newnan to establish a relationship with them for the timeskip, right?

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@everyone: Please try to have your character sheets completed by Tuesday. That way, people can settle relations and I can start working on making sure your characters all have good starting points in our storyline.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Oh my god that's horrible...

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily & Iris

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Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building

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Iris tried to keep herself still and calm, sitting on Cynthia's bed, but she wasn't able to stay still. It took everything she had in her not to run out of that door and chase down Cynthia and her mother, regardless of what the agent told her. And not only was Iris impulsive by nature, but she had a deep fear of letting others down. This was a day, she felt, that would haunt her for the rest of her career in psychiatry. People had died and a patient was kidnapped.

She wanted to trust that all of the pieces would fall into place. She wanted to have faith. But the well of positivity seemed to be running dryer and dryer with each second that passed. Tugging on her hair, Iris walked over to the door. The agent had told her to stay inside the room, no? He didn't say anything about sticking her head out to have a peak. Quietly, Iris opened the door a crack and tried to get a glimpse to see what was going on. Perhaps, somehow, she'd figure out something she could do to help--something other than sitting in her kidnapped, likely soon to be murdered, patient's room and pulling her hair out.

Meanwhile, Cecily slowly went out of her slightly crouched position, reminding herself that Keystone was covering her, and easily three (if not more) Cecily's could fit behind the man. Caesar and Keystone exchanged a short conversation, as Cecily stared at the window, trying to imagine what Caesar's next move was. But instead, all her mind would show her were the possible points to take evidence, as well as a rough model for calculating Proserpine's impact velocity. She couldn't think in terms of combat and security--at least, not yet.

She couldn't help but feel like a broomstick would've been bloody useful about then. If magic was real, they could've jumped on a broom, cast Stupefy at Proserpine, and then arrested the woman, once and for all. But even that, from what Proserpine said, wouldn't bring Alicia's killer to justice. It would only bring Danica and Wallace's. That was the way justice worked, after all--every victory for the 'good guys' was just two steps forward and one step backwards.

But then Cecily's eyes widened slightly, thinking of something that she could do. If she was lucky, she might be able to pull a fingerprint of Proserpine's somewhere along the facility. Perhaps on a door handle, maybe on a railing somewhere. There was a chance, she felt, that a print was somewhere in the asylum. And if she had a print, she could prove--with evidence, rather than the words of a murderer--whether or not Proserpine was responsible for Alicia's death.

It was a long shot, however. Fingerprinting was difficult enough with a good surface and a clear print. And even if she could lift any prints, there were dozens of people in the asylum, at least, that could have left a print on the same object. Or perhaps Proserpine would have left a hair behind--and if they were lucky enough, the hair would still have the stem on it, allowing the mitochondrial DNA to be analyzed as well.

And then, realizing how incredibly daft she had been when a fresh clue had already presented itself, Cecily pulled out her phone and did a simple google search for Tutwiler.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Nallore Chloe's "sagely" "medical" advice, at least this version of her, would likely include giving the man a joint to smoke. :P

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Outside the Captain's Office ---> the Foy-er

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Dorothy paused in the hallway outside of the Captain's Office for a moment, simultaneously hoping and dreading that she would run into her sister almost immediately after. She had never been in a position to give discipline before, even when she was with the Alliance. Army doctors tended to be a fairly tame group when it came to following rules, and her rank was hardly high, meaning that the need to discipline did not arise often. She didn't have an example from her parents to think back on either. Her mother cowered in fear of her father and her father lived his days either in booze or in rage.

By the time she passed the escape pods in the hallway, she had come up with two ideas for discipling her sister. The first idea would be to have Daphne polish and shine Anisa's entire shoe collection. The other was to have her sister clean the new ship from top to bottom. Physical punishment, to Dorothy, felt cruel and unnecessary. The performance of needed tasks felt like a better direction to go with it, sort of like community service of sorts. She was a doctor, after all--she didn't take pleasure in bringing harm to others.

But Daphne hadn't seemed to return yet, and Dorothy figured that she'd run into her sister almost the instant Daphne returned. For the meantime, she had other duties to attend to. The first was to continue checking in with everyone on the ship, making sure that they were packing appropriately and not taking anything that could be identified. Fortunately, the crew's quarters wasn't too far, and Dorothy rapped on about each door in turn, hoping to get the attention of any members there.

"Reminder that you'll need to leave behind anything Alliance brand," Dorothy explained, her voice a bit sterner that it normally was. She was consciously trying to be a bit tougher, to slip into the strictness that she kept her medical bay with, especially under surgery conditions. She tried to imagine she was dealing with Genevieve barging in while she was in the middle of paperwork. A firm tone, yet not unreasonably so. "Anything that can be tracked or identified, leave behind. I'll be coming around an' checking soon enough."

Figuring that anyone still in their quarters must have heard her, Dorothy then quickly tried to picture where anyone else might have been off to, if not in their quarters packing. The so called Foy-er seemed to be a social place, and she figured it was good as anywhere to check. Making her way down to the lower level, she kept an eye out for Daphne, just in case her sister had already returned. Whatever punishment Dorothy eventually decided on, she knew it wasn't going to be shiny for Daphne.

Approaching the Foy-er, Dorothy waited just outside, knocking to announce her presence.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@mnkee Sounds good ^^

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Dark Light Alright, almost all fixed. You have one part of the anything else done, the other part is missing. Check the rules again.

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@Dark Light Done. ^^ Here you go. And since WIP sheets cannot be posted in the OOC, I am assuming this is your final product. Here are the edits you need to make

--For your reading/writing skill, please specify the language.
--You're missing something under 'anything else.'
--For family history, you'll want to be a bit more specific about what happened between his mother and father.
--His history section is a bit choppy to read. Try and clean it up some, as well as elaborate more on what happened when his ship was captured by pirates. How did he end up in the Caribbean, for example, if his ship was captured on route to the Netherlands?

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Jonathan Baynard

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Character Summary

Full Name: Jonathan Edward Baynard
Aliases: Doc or Jon.
Age: 27
Birthday: Feb-12th, 1692
Nationality: British
Birth Place: Barnes, Surrey
Affiliations: The London Royal College of Physicians
Gender:Male
Education:
Tutored by his grandfather Edward Baynard, he later followed in his steps by going to university and getting his MD.
Social Class: Upper Middle Class
Occupation: Physician
Languages: English and Latin

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Appearance

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Fair/lean
Eyes: Light green
Hair: Brown, mid length, pushed back, slightly messy.
Skin Tone: Light.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None, he has smooth clean skin.
Personal Style: Still considering himself a proper man, Jonathan likes to try distinguish himself from the other pirates by keeping his clothing as neat and clean as possible and his facial hair somewhat maintained.
Without going too elaborate he tries to remain respectable and formal. He is happy with a nice jacket, stylish vest, fitted shirt and full length pants. Some firm leather boots are always a must.

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Psychology

Committed * Arrogant * Courageous * Stubborn * Creative * Opinionated

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status:Married and was expecting a child.
Personality:
John Baynard comes from a lateral logical world of simple cause and effect. Everything happens for a reason and that which he cannot explain he leaves to his faith and in the hands of God. This had served him well in his professional career of medical diagnostics and treatment. He had proudly excelled at his studies where he began to realise he was quite smarter than the others. While somewhat lacking in social graces, his confidence, stature and reputable name made up for it.

He is a patient man capable of breaking problems down in his head and methodically sorting through it. A heavy thinker he rarely acts too rashly.
Committed to what ever he starts he will see it through to the end. Never content with being basic in skill or knowledge on a subject that he has given time, he will allocate his full devotion to it and seek it to understand it to its depths.

Life would be simple if it were only this way, but it's not. In moments of silence or stillness and in his dreams he romanticises about love and literature. Religion and philosophy. Those subjects of which there is no true answer. He dreams of the intangible that he could no sooner explain than control. That is his connection to the arts of literature.

As a boy he has always pushed and challenged himself. Believing to be an orphan raised in high society, he is thankful everyday and tried to prove himself / earn it.

Habits:
Nightly prayers.
Rolling his eyes.
Biting his fist when thinking.
Hobbies:
Literature
Chess
Fears:

• Snakes
• Heights
• Hell
• Never meeting his child

Likes:

• Fishing
• Chess
• Rowing
• Poetry
• Cooking
• Children

Dislikes:

• Rum (drunkenness)
• Orphanages
• Suffering
• Gambling
• Sacrilege
• Liars
• Pirates

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Reading/Writing
• Composure
• Concentration
• Cooking
• Deduction
• Memorization
• Perception
• Science (Biological)
• Science (Chemistry/Physics)

Combat Skills:

• Diving
• Swimming
• Bare knuckle boxing
• Horse riding

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Fine travelling attire. Sturdy leather boots, nice coat and jacket.
• Wallet - Since been emptied.
• Expensive wedding ring - hidden in parchment and tucked in a pocket.
• Surgeons knife - just in case.

Quarters:

• Nice spare formal clothes
• Mixed book of poetry. Tattered, torn and old with additional pages added in, it's a family heirloom of favourites including those written by her mother and grandfather.
• A few books of science and philosophy that he happened to be studying at the time of his capture.
• A bible.
• His doctors casefilled with tools.
• Parchment
• Quill and Ink
• Letter from his wife
• Letter to his wife
• Signet ring
• Surgeons apron and mask

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History

Family History:
Mother: Anne Baynard-Deceased. Never met.
A British natural philosopher and model of piety

Father: Name Unknown.
Never met.
An Irish drunk and criminal. Probably dead.

Grandfather:Edward Baynard Raised Jonathan after adopting him from the orphanage, soon after Annes death.
An English physician and poet.
Still alive and in London living in Ludgate hill.

Behind Your Name: Jonathan's first name was given to him by his grandfather when he was put up for adoption. An on the spot name probably conceived due to his recent dealing with a Sir Jon Floyer.
It wasn't until Jon was adopted did he get given his rightful family name. Still he thinks it an act of kindness that he forever holds dear.

History:
Conceived without love or permission. Due to his mother's beliefs, political standing and mainly the trauma it caused her, it is no surprise that Jonathan was abandoned to an orphanage shortly after his birth. Until the age of 6 he grew up with many other loveless children in a cold strict environment where he learnt to be silent, obedient and God fearing.
Shortly after his sixth birthday he was adopted. Little did he know that it was by his actual grandfather.

The man was old and had recently lost his daughter. Jonathan helped him around the house and with his daily duties. He was kind and caring. To this day Jonathan still considers himself blessed for being given such a parent figure. Edward taught Jonathan much, and Jonathan drank it in like an eager sponge. Life was good.

Jonathan studied hard. He never knew of the restrictions or perils of poverty, but he was raised well. Following in Anne's footsteps (Edwards deceased daughter and Jon's mother) Jonathan was compassionate, generous and charitable. Between study he traveled a bit. He only held a few strong friendships that could withstand his constant absences, often rash pleasantries and blunt honesty.

Of one of those people was Sarah. A life long friend from a social level a few below himself. Having tied the knot and gotten married, Jonathan was on one last trip to to the Netherlands to visit the university of Leiden on behalf of Edward who graduated there many years ago. Jonathan would never make it to his destination though. Having opted for speed over safety, with an urgency to return home, he ended up on a ship victim to piracy.

In the end only one person died out of a ship of twenty eight. Twenty six people carried on their journey, a bit shaken but alright. They even managed to hold onto their dignity and some of their belongings. Jonathan Baynard was not one of them. Twenty seven lives with goods valued at fifteen more, Jon had a debt of forty two sea faring souls to save before he would be free.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Common sense is the best distributed commodity in the world, for every man is convinced that he is well supplied with it."

"Crooked things may be as stiff and unflexible as straight: and men may be as positive in error as in truth."

"To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction"

"Man was born free, and everywhere he is in chains."

Accent: British
Theme Song: Wrong side of heaven-Five Finger Death Punch.

reserved for later romance

The bleeding-Five finger death punch.

Anything Else: Howell Davis

_{*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.}