Morose

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Almack's

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Virginia was quite thankful that Dame Hale responded to Sir Kildragon. Had she been pressed to answer Fyror's questions, she would not have been surprised if an onslaught of tears similar to her earlier meltdown would have come to be. For Virginia carried the weight of surviving an encounter that her dear friend had not been fortunate enough to do so as well. Dear Mosi had given her life for Virginia's defense, as she had been crippled by an injury that only her feast on the melancholy and the morose had allowed her to push through. She drew strength from the macabre, yet that strength had failed her friend.

She tore her thoughts away from Mosi's corpse once more as Elizaveta gave instructions to Dame Hale. And while Lady Crypt was perhaps stubborn by nature, arguing that she might perhaps still be of use was not a battle she wished to fight. She had taken care of Mosi's mortal form and felt no personal attachments to the other fallen, aside from perhaps Millicent's sister. Yet Virginia knew that Mrs. Wyndham, and perhaps Jane and Emma as well, would likely much prefer it if a Crypt did not touch their bodies. Virginia was well aware of the distaste Mrs. Wyndham held for her and her family.

With the swift exit of the Grand Duchess and the tiger, as well as the Great Bazhooli twirling knives after a few words spoken to him in what she assumed to be Russian, Virginia nodded her farewell to Mary. If time allowed, she would attempt to call on her tomorrow, yet she first had to investigate the needs of Millicent. Virginia left the chamber and went outside of Almack's, her thoughts with Millicent. Yes, she would be her first to see tomorrow, if Millicent allowed herself to take visitors. She did not understand why Millicent would engage herself to Lord Rutherford, but she imagined that her dear friend would be mourning more for her sisters and perhaps would benefit from some companionship.

As Virginia stood out in the night air, she took a moment to simply breathe. She would need to attempt to call upon Mosi's family as well. And of course, she would need to begin arrangements for James to be trained. The attack on Almack's only introduced more urgency to the matter. It was not merely a title that dear James would need to escape, but the loss of his atman as well. She would have much to discuss with Alfred that evening, it would seem, as she searched for her carriage and her driver.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Riley told Cecily she loves her!

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

One step closer to seeing him as a full blown character.... :D

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@Grec No, not just the [hr.] stuff. The list coding was broken, as well as the portions of the CS that should be colored/uncolored. So swapped it all out for you. ^_^

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@Grec fixed the coding for you ^_^

Wyatt Graves

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Wyatt Graves

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Character Summary

Name: Wyatt Graves
Aliases: Sobek, Gatortooth (hero name)
Age: 23
Birthday: September 14, 1996
Birth Place: New York
Gender: Male
Powers: Super Strength. Regenerative Healing Factor.
Affiliation: X-Men

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Appearance

Height: 8 Feet Tall
Weight: 500 Pounds
Build: Incredibly Muscular and Tall, shaped like a big upside down triangle
Eyes: Yellow with animalistic pupils
Hair: None
Skin Tone: Green
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Usually wears a tanktop and blank pants.

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Psychology

Dependable * Paranoid * Loyal * Post Traumatic Stress * Crafty * Misanthrope

Sexuality: Omnisexual, he is attracted to gators and crocs as much as he is attracted to human females. He will also admire certain males, but not sexually.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Wyatt is a straight up berserker, he's not brains and brawn like Beast, at least when it comes to tactics. In battle he loses all control in a feral rage and destroys everything that gets near. Out of battle he is a loner with a violent streak, but will cooperate with people he befriends.

He has spent his teenage years as a drifter and was shunned by society for his appearance, only his deceased mother ever gave him any semblance of love. Because of this he is a bit broken inside and is hard to become friends with, but once you become Wyatt's friend he will be on their side and show undying loyalty.

Habits: Will often chew anything he gets close to, so he keeps a wood log as a toothpick in his pocket. Will often seclude himself from others
Hobbies: Mechanic, likes to tinker with engines
Fears:

• Normal humans for his treatment before becoming an X-Men
• The Cold (Coldblooded and other powers decrease)
• becoming a Weapon X Experiment/Hostage again

Likes:

• Chewing
• Eating
• Engines
• Heat
• Water
• Crocodiles and Gators

Dislikes:

• Normal Humans
• Canada
• Sewers
• People who make mutants look bad
• People who discriminate against mutants
• The Cold

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Mechanic
• Fighting
• Swimming, can breathe underwater
• Tracking

Combat Skills: Max 4 - Keep things realistic! Keep in mind the age of your characters when filling this section. Most will probably still be learning how to use their powers in a fight.

• Slashing and chomping in a feral, unending, and fast combo of attacks
• Super Strength allows for grapples
• Berserk rage lets him ignore pain
• Quite stealthy in the water

Possessions:
This is generally the list of items that you own, just list your characters possessions.

• Tailor made Tanktop and pants
• Tools
• Solar powered engines in hands
• Mechanic books
• Wood Log

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History

How did you discover your powers: When he became 13 and hit puberty, he started to mutate into something beastly. Armored scales grew in place of skin, claws grew in place of nails, his bones hardened and toughened and his jaw deformed into a viscious set of chompers. He grew in size so much that his mom moved into a new apartment with huge roofs, but it still wasn't enough for his size.

Why did you choose the side that you did?: He decided to become an X-Men to continue his education, for a new home and to show the world that even those with a monstrous appearance can be heroes. He heard about them when he traveled back to New York and signed up immediately, but he's a new member to the team.

General History: Wyatt began life as a normal human child before mutation, he loved his mother who was a single parent who took care of her only son on the edge of doting, but he still loved her back anyways. He went to school up to the age of 13, which is when he started mutating. He has a form of regressive atavism, meaning that he has inherited traits of ancestral species of the human race such as reptiles. He mutated into a croc/gator/human hybrid and grew a couple feet each year.

Now an outcast from society, he dropped out of school and lived with his mother for a large portion of his teenage years. They lived in secrecy in Manhattan, but eventually they were found out by humans and they wanted them gone. A mob formed and they killed his mother, but they were unable to kill Wyatt for he was too strong. Wyatt escaped and lived in the waters surrounding the island. Rumours spread of a monster living in the waters, which caught the interest of Weapon X agents.

He was found and captured by a group of Mutants under control of Weapon X. He was transported to the facility in Canada, a dark cold place where his powers were weakened. His powers were so weakened that they decided to give him an upgrade, he was given adamantium claws similar to Wolverine, only they were serrated and powered by engines painfully installed in his hands. He was given the codename Sobek (after the Egyptian Crocodile God) and worked for the Canadian government for some time, before he escaped when a mission went bad and he went south back to New York.

To remove the engines in his hands, he learned mechanical engineering from textbooks which he stole. He was bit of a loner for a while, living in an abandoned garage tinkering with his hands and other engines for practice. He was eventually able to remove the harmful adamantium and engine. He was eventually found by Professor X and Cerebro after he heard rumors of a mutant hiding out in New York. He sent an envoy to him, and after the initial abrasiveness a deal was worked out where he would live in Xaviers Mansion as a student and X-Man.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I might look like an animal, but I'm all too Mutant."
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=PAAvNmoqDq0
Anything Else: My favorite Marvel character is Darkhawk, relation sheet will be incoming after I'm approved, I've read the rules btw

_{*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.}

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Building 1 (Infirmary) ---> Headed South Towards Inner Gate

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Jack returned Tatiana's squeeze, brushing a bit of hair out of Tatiana's face with his other hand, before returning it to a near death grip on the handles of the wheelchair. He didn't want to lose his wife and see her wheelchair roll comically away from him, like in some sort of cartoon that came on Saturday mornings. But he also didn't want to lose Tatiana period. James was about to be lost, as soon as he left the gates of Newnan. He might last a week, two months, or eighteen years and they wouldn't know the difference. He would be gone.

Jack saw the others heading towards the gate to say farewell and he grimaced. There wasn't an outpouring of people mourning Dick, but there were plenty here to say goodbye to the man who murdered him. James' exile made sense for the experiment of Newnan, for the survival of the settlement, but Jack couldn't help but wish it wasn't needed. He wished it could've been solved by James shoveling pig shit for a year. There were so many people whose lives had been made a little better by the redneck. So many people who could do no more than tell him goodbye before he left the walls.

"You holdin' up okay, solovey?" Jack asked, continuing to push his wife's wheelchair and take her to the wall, in order to meet with James.

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Franklin Addition Building C3 (Beatrice's Apartment) ---> Outside Building 6 (the Armory)

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Beatrice finished consolidating her belongings and supplies into the olive green bag she had entered Newnan with, wondering for a moment whether or not they'd let her keep the knife. It'd be strange as well not to have a bow with her, after learning how to use one over the past nine months or so. But at the same time, it'd also feel great to have her gun back in her hand. She hadn't been lucky enough to be made a lead, meaning that it had been ages since she carried a gun freely.

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Beatrice left her apartment, leaving it unlocked. It'd be easier for domestic to go through it later, Beatrice figured. The armory was relatively close by, just requiring a walk out of the Franklin addition and then on over. It always amused Beatrice slightly that she had been stuck in the Franklin area, despite never being affiliated with Franklin at all. She had come in by herself, allowed into Newnan by James.

By the time she made it to the armory, she spotted Jim and Ryan in the truck. She would've preferred going to Guy for this, but with Jim right there she didn't see a reason to ask someone else. "Hey!" Beatrice shouted, in order to get Jim's attention. "I'm leaving Newnan. Can I get my things and the royal escort out?" She hoped that he had heard her. She really didn't feel like tracking down someone else to get her things with.

Though it was interesting to see Ryan with him in the truck. Maybe she wasn't the only one making a stupid decision that day. It seemed to be the overall theme, so far--with Sana killing herself, James killing Richard, and now people leaving the safety of Newnan.

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Chloe Ridgeway

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Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall) ---> Headed South Towards Inner Gate

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Chloe shook her head. "Nah. I'll fight my own battles when I'm ready," Chloe replied. She knew that Riley meant well, but she hardly saw how it would help to have her sister go and tell Froggy that Chloe was ready for more responsibility. If she was going to argue with Froggy, she didn't want to do it via a proxy. She'd have that confrontation eventually...but not anytime soon. She'd be much more willing to start therapy sessions with Tatiana and that idea still scared the hell out of her.

"Yeah, shame I wasn't bi," Chloe chuckled. "Could you imagine Mom and Dad's face if I brought Ryan O'Reily home for Thanksgiving dinner?" Though it was starting to get a little odd, Irish's absence from the mess hall. She figured she'd question him about it later, once this entire mess had blown over. Tensions and emotions were too high.

Chloe paused for a moment at Amelia's resignation. There was something that she could give to James. Prison mates did it on occasion, giving a lock of their hair to another inmate. It was more sentimental than a PopTart from commissary, but most preferred the PopTart anyways. But of course, she figured that suggesting it to Amelia might be a little bit weird. It was more something lovers had done for each other than anyone else. "I think he'll be happy to know that you came," Chloe said finally, trying her best to give the ginger a bit of comfort.

But it was true: they did need to get a bit of a move on. Chloe got up from the table and left the mess hall, assuming that Riley and Amelia were coming along with her. When she left the building, she noticed that others seemed to be headed to the gate as well to say goodbye to James. Some were milling around as well. She bit her lip slightly. How long would James last outside of these walls? But he had murdered her friend. And Chloe knew as well as anyone else--the law was rarely merciful and hardly ever kind. Even now.

"Do you think anyone's going with him?" Chloe asked Riley and Amelia.

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Ravi Chakrabarti

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Location: Building E2 (Miss Sally's Apartment) ---> Headed South Towards Inner Gate

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Ravi took a final swallow of his tea as Miss Sally emerged from the bathroom, looking like a gran dressed and ready for the day. He smiled a bit as he set his own cup down, missing the words muttered under her breath. The entire situation was bleak and it was clear that Ravi's own grin had been forced. His best friend and hetero life mate was planning to head off into certain doom, with hardly any backup. It would've been a great action film and that only served to worry Ravi more. All of them had been lucky to be alive this long, to make it four years in this hellish world, but that didn't mean their luck would last forever.

"Perhaps the Crown should take this land back," Ravi chuckled, taking Miss Sally's arm. Georgia once was a British colony, after all. He remembered teasing Major one on occasion that had the colonies never rebelled, perhaps this entire situation never would have happened. The British would've stopped it in time, after all. Stiff upper lip and everything. But that was all just jokes--nothing could've averted this plague.

Once they were outside of Miss Sally's abode and the woman had locked up, Ravi looked at her uneasily. He wanted to believe that her warnings would stop Gavin, but he figured they would only encourage him even more. Had he not been the sort to speak his mind bluntly, he perhaps wouldn't have said what he did next. "Miss Sally...Is there any chance that Newnan could send others with Gavin to fight Peachtree City? They've done such horrible acts, crimes against humanity...They need to be stopped." Ravi paused. "Gavin won't let me come with him to help, the stupid bastard. But...maybe he'd allow people from Newnan to come with him."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Getting a post up now ^_^

Loving Lola already btw~

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

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Cargo Bay <---> Holding Docks
_{Note: Rolls for Dorothy drawing her weapon and firing it were made by the GM.}

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"Yes, if you could move your belongings to the holding dock," Dorothy instructed Foy as the man came into the cargo bay. She and Atticus were moving things to the little holding bay on the docks, which fortunately wasn't too far away. At Anisa's orders, Dorothy nodded, hoping that no one would try to pull the same stunt as Daphne. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to come up with any more punishments that were fitting and fair. It'd definitely be a topic she'd need to sit down with a notebook and pen to brainstorm later on.

In the midst of the routine she and Atticus had fallen into, Dorothy frowned for a moment. She had been keeping an eye on those coming to the docks, in hopes that Daphne would return quickly and could be dealt with. Dorothy noticed a pretty woman with brown hair and Chinese features towards the back of a crowd--a woman that Dorothy hadn't seen coming onto the docks a few moments ago. It took her a moment to consider the possible points of entry for the woman, before coming to one conclusion: she had come from the Retribution.

Wei shian dohn woo! Dorothy thought to herself, before drawing her sidearm with what could only be considered flair. A split second later, Dorothy had aimed at the woman's knees (perhaps unconsciously recalling Atticus' assertion that God is quiet on the subject of kneecaps) and squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit and Dorothy smiled a bit, especially since none of the bystanders were hurt. They were, understandably, a bit riled up, a few of them drawing their own pieces after what seemed to be a random shooting. Others were ducking and cowering.

"The jien huo came from our ship," Dorothy offered as explanation to Atticus just seconds after she had fired her gun. She doubted the stranger would be going far, what with the bullet to the knee. Dorothy hadn't been attempting to kill her. No, her goal had been to wound and incapacitate.

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Fitz Townsley

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Completely oblivious to the activities going on in Lady Luck's, Fitz turned to watch Daphne for a moment as she headed off. But given that it wasn't exactly the best place for people to stop in the midst of traffic, he only caught a glimpse of her before he had to get moving again, or risk being trampled. There were more shops and stalls to see and Fitz, as timid and nervous as he was, committed himself to checking them out.

He hadn't left the University just to come and stand in the middle of a busy street. Standing and watching life go by still wasn't the same as actually experiencing it. It was the difference between reading about machines and new technology and actually getting your hands dirty and playing with it. Taking a deep breath, Fitz fiddled with the little bracelet on his hand before walking down the street further into town, looking to see if anything caught his eye as interesting. He wanted to break out of his comfort zone, as much as it frightened him to do so.

Current Mood in One Gif

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

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Bonnie Chase

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina and Cassandra Reed, October Crypt
Location: the Zephyr (Hallway)

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"I have no idea what you're talking about," Bonnie murmured with a bit of a smirk as she glanced back at Cassandra, referencing her earlier instruction that the conversation about Carolina and Toby never happened. Bonnie then nodded, though she was still biting her lip. Someone had sabotaged the Zephyr and they'd be lucky if Cassandra could sort through the entire mess. At the sound of the guard radioing in, Bonnie swore and stamped her foot slightly. So much for keeping the teenagers' abilities a secret.

"Is one of them a pyro, by any chance?" Bonnie asked, before quickly leaving the engine room with her icer drawn. Besides the two mutants on the plane, there was, of course, a friendly neighborhood HYDRA traitor as well to deal with. She peeked down a hallway to give it a once over, before making her way down it. It was one of the quickest ways to the lab. But of course, the guards stationed outside for October and Carolina hadn't used a private channel. Everyone on the plane heard the message.

"Bonnie? Shouldn't you be helping Cass?"

Bonnie kept her grip tight on her icer, with the barrel pointed towards Ward. He had been good friends with her husband, what with both of them coming up through operations. Bonnie lowered her pistol slightly, though no smile graced her face. "She sent me to check on the lab," Bonnie said tersely. "What're you doing down here, Ward? You don't usually sulk here..."

"We're under attack, aren't we?" Ward pointed out, raising his eyebrow at the fact that Bonnie had only lowered the icer and not put it away entirely. "You said it yourself. There's a mole. Come on, put that thing down. Leave it to operations."

Bonnie nodded. "You're right," Bonnie said with a bit of a sigh, before pulling her icer up rapidly and squeezing the trigger. "Leave it to operations to produce a traitor."

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October Crypt

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Interacting With: @Nallore Carolina and Cassandra Reed, Bonnie Chase
Location: the Zephyr (Locked Area)

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October gratefully gulped down practically the entire beaker full of water in an instant. "Got to hope there wasn't anything poisonous left as residue in there," October joked, managing to sit up and wipe some of the sweat off of her forehead. The flame had taken a lot out of her, but the water was already doing wonders for her. She smiled at her friend, before scratching her brain for the next part in their plan. They still needed to find a way to escape the plane itself, meaning that they would need knowledge of the plane and its interior, such as where they might find a pair of parachutes.

"Perhaps you could possess our lovely guard and figure out how to get off of this bird?" October suggested. She still felt like she'd need a few minutes before she could produce a proper flame again. When Carolina had rested her hand on October's back, October's back felt like the temperature of a normal human being--perhaps even slightly cooler. But then October frowned, hearing the sounds of Bonnie's icer firing not too far away, followed by the noise of return fire.

"Coulson, we've got gunfire in the corridor between engineering and the lab!" the agent guarding Carolina and October radioed, before sprinting in that direction. It wasn't long before even more noises were added to the fire fight.

"How peculiar..." October muttered, tilting her head. "I believe they're under attack...Do you suppose the Institute sent someone for us, Carolina?"