Morose

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@Peridot: Day 7
@Afro Samurai: Day 7

The Alucard Institute for Peculiar Youth - Concluded

---

---

October & Bonnie

---

Interacting With: Everyone @Nallore
Location: the Zephyr (Cockpit)

---

---

Despite the lack of expressions on May's face, it was clear that she didn't like the idea. She didn't jump into support it. Instead, she stayed quiet, merely turning to look towards Coulson. Phil was feeling conflicted, to say the least. He trusted his agents and they did have a point - they needed all of the man power they could get. But this wasn't a decision for him to make.

"I'll have to take this to Director Fury," Phil said. "He won't like this."

"I disagree, sir. After the Battle of New York, we allowed the Avengers to go peacefully. Thor wasn't monitored. And when we needed him, he returned," Bonnie argued. "While the Gifted Index serves a purpose, I believe that Carolina and October would be more suited to an initiative similar to the Avengers -- a two man team used for reconnaissance. Their first mission can be to figure out what is happening at that school in regard to the 0-8-4."

Phil nodded, looking over Carolina and October. "Welcome to the Avengers Initiative, girls. Your codenames will be Spirit and Ember, provided Director Fury accepts you into the program. But as Agent Chase said, that shouldn't be a problem. You are undercover operatives - no public affiliation with the Avengers. You can tell no one you were involved in this program."

Bonnie looked over at October, as if asking if the girl could accept this deal. They wouldn't be on the Gifted Index, provided they worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. It wasn't an ideal situation in October's mind, but at the same time, she saw some perks to it. She could do something she loved - travel looking for odd things.

"Deal."

Strange New Waters - Concluded

@BlueSky44: Day 6
@FantasyChic: Day 4

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@BlueSky44: Day 6!

Morose's Characters

Nancy Parker / the Cards

{"Let's see what hand you've been dealt, then?"}

Roleplays:

• The Paradoxial Emendation
• Deeper Than The Sands
• Tartarean Strands
• Heroes of Olympus: the Next Age of Heroes

Nancy Parker - The Paradoxial Emendation

---

---

Nancy Parker

---

---

Character Summary

Name: Miss Nancy Amelia Parker
Nicknames: Nance, Ace, Inanna, Meritptah, Lyudmila, Adrasteia, Ellette, Torunn Mikkeldatter, Loki, Nicolosa Buonarroti, Ailith Lyall
Apparent Age: Early Twenties/Late Teens
Birthday: October 31st, 1919
Nationality: American
Adopted Accent: New York
Birth Place: Uruk
Gender: Female
Languages: Sumerian, Akkadian, Late Egyptian, Demotic, Gaulish, Koine Greek --> Old Saxon, Old Norse, Italian, Scottish Gaelic, English

---

---

Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Dark Brown: Round
Hair: Rich Warm Brown, Soft and Curly, Shoulder Length
Skin Tone: Peach (Cool Undertones)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Thin Lengthy Scar on Upper Left Arm
Personal Style: Throughout her lifetime, Nancy has found a simple rule to describe her clothing preferences: the farther forward in linear time things go, the better the fashion tends to be. While some of this is from a comfort factor, given how much she prefers a pair of jeans over a corset, it mostly stems from the fashion of the clothing itself. She loves the rustic influence on the clothing that's appropriate to wear out in the Black, but she also adores the large hair in the 80's. The more she can express herself and her own moods with clothing, the better.

However, that doesn't mean that Nancy neglects the fashion of the times. Instead, she simply tries to find the clothing combinations that allow her to feel the most like herself. In the 1940's, this simply means keeping her hair curly and leaving it down, rather than pinning it up. In earlier periods, such as the 1700's and 1800's, perhaps it means avoiding corsets at any cost in favor of dresses that are (in her opinion) much more tasteful and allow for her to breathe.

As far as accessories go, Nancy used to love wearing earrings. However, she's becoming more and more drawn to wearing a bunch of bracelets at one time. She tends to go through a series of phases when it comes to accessories, only moving onto the next one when she grows tired of the current one. For example, she once had a scarf phase, trying her very hardest to find a scarf that would blend in with whatever time period she was in.

Oct 31st, 1943 Attire:

Outfit - sans necklace - with hair pictured above

---

---

Psychology

Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Nancy is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present (whenever/wherever that present is) and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards (pun intended) close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

Additionally, Nancy may be the Cards, but she lives for the moment she is in currently. She has seen enough of what could be to know that if she dwelled on only that, she would go mad. She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future.

She is also a rather curious person. For example, while she is an Emendator, she loves reading accounts of supposedly haunted places. Conspiracy theories similarly interest her. While they rarely ever directly impact her, there's something whimsical about them that she just adores.

Habits:

• Shuffling a deck of cards
• Whistling

Hobbies:

• Poker
• Reading (Horror/Science Fiction preferred)
• Painting

Religion: Nancy is agnostic, having no definite proof that there is something more out there in the universe and similarly, that there is not. There are occasions where she sits by herself and contemplates the question, but more often than not, it simply doesn't bother her. She has other potentially real potentially unreal things to worry about that are more important.

As for religion itself, she views it mostly as a coping mechanism for individuals. If people need something to help them process their grief, so be it. If it works for them, it works for them. She can't judge someone for basing their decisions off of what could be - that would be hypocritical of her. For the most part, religion gives her a sour taste in her mouth when it becomes more than a coping mechanism and brings pain to others.

Fears:

• Unwanted/Unwarranted Sexual Advances
• Seeing no possible future in the cards for another Emendator's survival
• Losing to the Destruere

Likes:

• Large Dogs
• Sweets
• Tea
• Coffee
• Music
• Practical Jokes
• Rainy Days
• Messing with the people in town
• Secrets

Dislikes:

• People touching her cards - she'll gut them
• Repeated, rapid fire requests for readings
• Corsets
• Ham
• Entitlement
• The Death Card

---

---

Cards On The Table

Skills:

• The Cards - The ability to prophesize events that have a high probability of occurring. These events can be in the present, the past, or the future. They can also occur for any timeline. Each card flipped tells part of the story. It can be very clear and to the point or even vague. It will depend on circumstance, if she is actually looking for something specific, or if just checking to check.
• Psychosis - The ability to cause a violent psychotic reaction in a victim. The victim will rant, rave, and attack everyone they meet. This skill also doubles the strength of the victim under the abilities influence. The Emendator cannot control a person they have inflicted with this madness. The psychosis will wear off eventually but there is never any knowledge of how long that will be. Could be minutes, could be hours.
• History - Knowledge of a particular time period and area. (General Human History)
• Bow - The ability to fire long and short bows, composite bows, and crossbows
• Breakaway - The ability to twist out of someone's grasp.
• Spear - Skilled at using a spear/javelin. This includes the ability to throw, stab, slash, and use defensively
• Torture - Knowledge of the pain centers of the body, and how to apply pain to extract information from a person
• Acting - The ability to play a role for an audience in an entertaining manner
• Bicycles - The ability to ride a bicycle with a high proficiency, including tricks - double normal movement rate vs those unskilled
• Mimic - The ability to copy mannerisms and voice patterns of another person after an observational study
• Photography - The ability to use both still and modern cameras including developing of film and trick of light

What Is On Your Person:

• Deck of Tarot Cards (image)
• Eihwaz Rune Pendant
• Bulls-Eyes Caramel Creams

Residence:

• Science-Fiction Novel Collection
• Horror Novel Collection
• Leica III
• Battered box filled with various mementos and photographs collected throughout the years
• Compass

---

---

History

Consciousness:
"If you really must know...and fair warning, this is a tale of horror, not of romance... It was Sumer in the mid eleventh century B.C. I lived in the Euphrates River Valley in a city-state called Uruk. It was a patriarchal time...but that's not unusual in itself, now is it? Anyways, I was supposed to marry this man. Marriages were arranged back then between the parents, often times like a business transaction. They had contracts that were signed on the clay tablets, as if it was an exchange of livestock...

I didn't want to marry him, but I didn't have much choice. He was old and influential - an ideal match back then for anyone wanting to marry off a mouthy young woman. I thought initially that I might be able to bear it or that I'd simply flee, but after the ceremony, he took me to his home. Some of his friends were there and...You know what, I really don't want to talk about this...They made advances, practically taking turns.

I did what I had to do, but I didn't understand what was happening at the same time. My fear turned into something else and I looked my husband in the eye. I felt something strange in my fingertips and not more than seconds later, my husband had turned into a madman. He attacked everything in his sight, with strength that was impossible for him to possess. I escaped with this lengthy scar - the other men were not so lucky - and the understanding that I had inflicted the psychosis upon him. I suddenly knew things that I never had before and I understood that my purpose was to be more than some old man's bride."

Favorite Era:
"Hmmm...Of the times that I have lived through and experienced, the Viking Age was the most magnificent. I went by Torunn Mikkeldatter back in those days, living in what you know as Denmark, and I have fond memories of seeing the ships before the raids. People often view the Vikings harsher than really is deserved...Most peoples, throughout history, expand at one point, often violently. Yet that does not mean nothing good can come. There was exploration and discovery on each voyage! Little by little, the mysteries of other lands were uncovered...

But of course, I did love the power women had. No arranged marriages - that's something I adore. Women had strength that they were often denied in other cultures. The society itself was rather democratic as well. I love a fair bit of chaos, but I can appreciate the rules and structures that keep a civilization going. So many grow and so many fall - it's often tricky to get a society right.

It was a shame what happened...I won't bore you with the details, but I ended up having to put someone under a spell of psychosis. Those type of situations come up from time to time, you know? Can't be helped. At any rate, someone noticed and I had to think quickly. I put together a story that I was actually Loki - the god of mischief in Norse society - in order to avoid being killed. Understandably, they instructed me to return to Asgard and face Odin's judgment.

That was when I met Gio, funnily enough. He told everyone to go home and they did. We went to Italy after that. The Renaissance wasn't half bad but the Viking Age...Nothing can compare to it."

Finding Another:
"If you find this hard to believe, I'm a bit shocked, but I have been reading the cards for suggestions as to where to relocate to for a long time before I met another Emendator. I was living in Italy at the time with the Watch and during my readings, I noticed the Kingdom of Scotland becoming a bit of a reoccurring theme. Having spent five or six odd centuries in one country, I have to admit, I was enticed by the idea of a change of scenery...

Anywho, the most effective way to get to Scotland back then was by sea. We made our way out to the coast. Pirates were a bit of a problem and the coast was largely abandoned, so getting passage wasn't easy by any means - this was the end of the Golden Age of Piracy. Most people opted to take an overland route - even if the overall risk is about the same and the length is exhausting. Pirates, though, they sometimes looked for new crew members along the coast. We were in one of those port towns when I saw him. I didn't need a reading or anything really to recognize that he was like me. It was just something I knew instinctively - and it was thrilling to know that there were more people out there just like us.

Yet he also saw something that I couldn't - the Destruere. Alban - you wouldn't have met the Glasses... - he took us to Scotland for safety. It was there that I met Caoimhe - Eve - for the first time. There's no doubt in my mind that I was drawn to my fellow Emendators. Yet at the same time, it's a bit funny, isn't it? I thought I was simply seeking out Scotland. I found more than I expected..."

Overview Of Life:

• 11th Century B.C. - Sumer/Uruk
• 10th/4th Century B.C. - Ancient Egypt/Thebes
• 3rd Century B.C. - Celts/Tylis
• 2nd/1st Century B.C. - Kingdom of Pontus/Callatis
• 1st/5th Century A.D. - Roman Britain/Jutes/Saxons/Isle of Wight
• 6th/9th Century A.D. - Scandinavia/Denmark
• 11th/16th Century A.D. - Italy
• 17th/18th Century A.D. - Kingdom Of Scotland
• 19th Century A.D. - England/Yorkshire

---

---

Extras

Character Quote:

• "Just because something isn't in the cards doesn't mean it cannot one day be."
• "The living ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am the strange and unusual."
• "Don't live in fear of the future."
• "Relax! I'm only messing with ya!"

Theme Song: Crystal Ball by Emil & Friends
Anything Else:

• Soulless Regency

_{*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.}

Gene Benaszewski - Deeper Than The Sands

---

---

Gene Benaszewski

---

---

Character Summary

Name: Gene Marycha Benaszewski
Aliases: Genie
Age: 27
Birthday: November 11th, 1896
Ethnicity: Polish-American
Birth Place: Plover, Wisconsin
Residence: Ferry Boat
How Long In Cairo: One week
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Nurse
Languages: English

---

---

Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Dark Brown: Round
Hair: Rich Warm Brown, Soft and Curly, Shoulder Length
Skin Tone: Peach (Cool Undertones)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Thin Lengthy Scar on Upper Left Arm
Personal Style: Gene loves to dress in what she thinks of as "themes." Sometimes, this will be a monochrome theme, with various patterns of black and white on her skirt - or perhaps a plain skirt and a pattern on the blouse. At other times, it's wearing a splash of color against an otherwise unassuming outfit. No matter what, there's always some sort of internal consistency to her dress. She likes to wear her hair down, enjoying being able to shake it out and tug on it as she thinks. A skirt-blouse combo is much preferred to a dress, yet she doesn't find dresses to be awful - they mostly irritate her if she feels like they're clinging to her skin. And no matter what, she'll keep the scar on her arm covered up. It's not something she wants to show off.

---

---

Psychology

Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Gene is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future. She is also a rather curious person. For example, she loves reading accounts of supposedly haunted places. Conspiracy theories similarly interest her. While they rarely ever directly impact her, there's something whimsical about them that she just adores.

Habits:

• Shuffling a deck of cards
• Whistling

Hobbies:

• Poker
• Reading (Horror/Science Fiction preferred)
• Painting

Fears:

• Sexual assault
• Losing a family member
• Geological Disaster

Likes:

• Large Dogs
• Sweets
• Tea
• Coffee
• Music
• Practical Jokes
• Rainy Days
• Pranks
• Secrets

Dislikes:

• People touching her cards - she'll gut them
• Being underestimated
• Restrictive dresses
• Ham
• Entitlement
• Early mornings

---

---

Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Psychophysics
• Counterfactual History
• Bicycles
• Quick Study
• X-Ray

Combat Skills:

• Bow
• Breakaway
• Spear

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Pleated black and white skirt, grey blazer, black blouse, black stockings, black walking shoes
• Purse/Wallet - Passport, ID, photograph of her and her brother, room key, $400 U.S.
• Deck of Tarot Cards (image)
• Eihwaz Rune Pendant
• Wrapped Candy
• Pocket Knife
• Box of Matches

Residence:

• Change of clothing
• Basic medical supply kit
• W. Butcher & Sons Cameo (1915)
• Film
• The Sleeper Awakes by H.G. Wells

---

---

History

What Brings You To Cairo: Her brother. Gene has been searching for him for a while and she found out that he had fallen in with the wrong sort, with them sending him to Egypt to make a move. Tacking what funds she had, she purchased herself a trip to Cairo, intending on tracking him down and breaking some relatively important news to him. She'd rather he hear this from her than anyone else. And besides, a good friend of hers - practically a brother - recommended she take a trip anyways.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: The beginning of Gene's life was relatively uneventful. She grew up on a small farm in Wisconsin alongside her twin brother, George. While things were never easy and times could be tough, it was a happy childhood nonetheless. She'd help out around the house and the farms, doing the chores deemed to be more proper for girls, and was able to go to school to learn to read and write.

When her brother left for the war, it was just Gene and their parents on the farm. She worried about him dearly, picking up tarot card reading as a way to reassure herself that he'd be safe - as if the cards could tell her what was happening to her twin miles away. There were things that she wished she could have told him while he was away - harrowing experiences of her own, ones that she had no doubt would've filled him with a righteous fury.

But when he returned home, his face marred, Gene mentioned none of it and instead nursed her twin brother back to health. She had been learning nursing in an attempt to make a life for herself beyond the farm in rural Wisconsin and her brother's injuries were a steep learning curve, but she picked up a lot regardless. And as suddenly as he returned to them, George left. He never really had returned the same from the war - he was distant.

Eventually, feeling restless and sick of life on the farm, Gene left as well, fulfilling her goal of becoming a nurse at a veteran's hospital. It was a way to feel close to her twin, even as they were separated once more.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: So far, Gene has mostly been checking out various locations and asking around for word about her brother. With his disfigurement, he tends to stand out and she's been using that to her advantage in finding him. Hopefully she can find him quickly - being alone in a strange foreign city, looking as small and defenseless as she does, can be a bit of a nerve-wracking experience.

---

---

Extras

Character Quote: "Just because something isn't in the cards doesn't mean it cannot one day be."
Theme Song: Crystal Ball by Emil & Friends
Anything Else: Isis; Soulless Regency
_{*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.}

Nancy Parker - Tartarean Strands

---

---

Nancy Parker

---

---

Character Summary

Name: Nancy Amelia Parker
Age: Early Twenties/Late Teens
Starting RP: Deeper Than The Sands / The Paradoxical Emendation
Birth Place: Uruk
Gender: Female
Languages: Sumerian, Akkadian, Late Egyptian, Demotic, Gaulish, Koine Greek, Old Saxon, Old Norse, Italian, Scottish Gaelic, English

---

---

Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Dark Brown: Round
Hair: Rich Warm Brown, Soft and Curly, Shoulder Length
Skin Tone: Peach (Cool Undertones)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Thin Lengthy Scar on Upper Left Arm

---

---

Psychology

Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Nancy is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present (whenever/wherever that present is) and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards (pun intended) close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

Additionally, Nancy may be the Cards, but she lives for the moment she is in currently. She has seen enough of what could be to know that if she dwelled on only that, she would go mad. She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future.

She is also a rather curious person. For example, while she is an Emendator, she loves reading accounts of supposedly haunted places. Conspiracy theories similarly interest her. While they rarely ever directly impact her, there's something whimsical about them that she just adores.

Fears:

• Sexual Assault

Likes:

• Large Dogs
• Sweets
• Tea
• Coffee
• Music
• Practical Jokes
• Rainy Days
• Messing with the people
• Secrets

Dislikes:

• People touching her cards - she'll gut them
• Repeated, rapid fire requests for readings
• Corsets
• Ham
• Entitlement
• The Death Card

---

---

Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• The Cards
• Psychosis
• Locate (Emendator)
• History (General Human History)
• Bow
• Breakaway
• Spear
• Torture
• Acting
• Bicycles
• Mimic
• Photography

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Pleated black and white skirt, grey blazer, black blouse, black stockings, black walking shoes
• Purse/Wallet - Passport, ID, photograph of her and her "brother" [George], room key, $400 U.S.
• Deck of Tarot Cards (image)
• Eihwaz Rune Pendant
• Wrapped Candy
• Pocket Knife
• Box of Matches

---

---

Extras

Character Quote(s):

• "Just because something isn't in the cards doesn't mean it cannot one day be."
• "The living ignore the strange and unusual. I, myself, am the strange and unusual."

Theme Song: Crystal Ball by Emil & Friends
Anything Else: Deeper Than The Sands / The Paradoxical Emendation
_{*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.}

Nancy Parker - Heroes of Olympus

---

---

Nancy Parker

Character Quote: "How very."

---

---

Character Summary

Name: Nancy Amelia Parker
Aliases: Nance
Age: 17
Birthday: October 31st, 1967
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Las Vegas, Nevada
Godly Parent: Apollo
Legacy: N/A
Cohort: First
How Many Years At Camp: Four
Gender: Female
Rank: Praetor
Occupation At Camp: Camp Leader
Languages: English, Latin, Italian

---

---

Appearance

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 98 pounds
Body Type: Skinny
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Rich Warm Brown
Skin Tone: Peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: SPQR tattoo with the symbol of Apollo and three lines; lengthy scar on her upper left arm; pierced ears
Personal Style: Fashion wise, Nancy is still stuck in the 1980's. She loves having her hair poofy, with shoulder pads in her jackets. Vibrant colors and slightly mismatched patterns are a must. She's just as likely to wear overalls as she is to wear a skirt. Of course, fashion choices aside, she doesn't neglect practical armor when the situation calls for it - she isn't stupid and by no means wants to get killed in battle.

---

---

Psychology

Loyal * Mischievous * Realistic * Chaotic * Inquisitive * Closed Off

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Nancy is a rather playful individual. She loves practical jokes and has a lighthearted nature. While some may mistake her as being childlike or naive, that isn't the case at all. She has seen plenty throughout her life and does not wish to dwell on those sort of things. It's better to focus on the present (whenever/wherever that present is) and enjoy it, as it may not last as long as you'd like. Yet at the same time, she keeps her cards close to the vest. She isn't one to be open and honest about deeper emotions, like love and pain.

Additionally, Nancy may be prophetic, but she lives for the moment she is in currently. She has seen enough of what could be to know that if she dwelled on only that, she would go mad. She is neither optimistic nor pessimistic about what may come to be - whatever comes will come. It's not set in stone and while they can take actions to improve things for the better, those same actions could change things for the worse. She's a realist at her core, but do not mistake her as being apathetic about the future.

Fatal Flaw: Anger
Habits: Shuffling her cards, Whistling
Hobbies: Poker, Singing, Dancing
Fears:

• Sexual Assault
• Drowning
• Claustrophobia

Likes:

• Large Dogs
• Sweets
• Tea
• Coffee
• Music
• Practical Jokes
• Rainy Days
• Secrets

Dislikes:

• People touching her cards - she'll gut them
• Ham
• Entitlement
• Hypocrites
• Death Omens
• Cigarette Smoke

---

---

Skills

Demigod Abilities:

• Prophecy
• Audiokinesis

General Skills:

• Singing
• Dancing
• Sleight of Hand
• Photography
• Psychoanalysis
• Strategy

Combat Skills:

• Hand to Hand Combat
• Sword
• Daggers
• Acrobatics

Magic Item:

• Tarot Cards - The set was gifted to her by her father, Apollo, and helps to channel her gift of Prophecy.
• Twin Enchanted Imperial Gold Daggers - the pair always return to her hands

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - overalls, doc martin boots, Pink Floyd t-shirt, black leather jacket
• Purse/Wallet - ID, 10 Denarius, $50 U.S.
• Tarot Cards
• Twin Enchanted Imperial Gold Daggers
• Pack of Bubble Gum
• Sunglasses
• Hip Flask (nectar)

Possessions In Bunk:

• Imperial Gold Sword
• Camp Jupiter t-shirt
• Diary
• Walkman & Headphones
• Polaroid Camera & Film
• Cassette Collection

---

---

History

Biography: Nancy's mother was a performer on the Las Vegas Strip, enticing audiences with her siren's voice and full, ample form. She had many admirers, one of them happening to be the Roman god Apollo. They spent an evening together in ecstasy and nine months later, the Vegas star had a tiny obligation on her skirt - a baby girl. The show had to go on of course, meaning that Nancy was largely cared for by the nanny. The few occasions she would see her mother at home would be whenever she had to nurse the after effects of drugs and booze. And while as a little girl Nancy viewed her mother as an elegant princess, things changed when Nancy became a teenager.

Nancy was going through puberty and her mother saw potential in her daughter's excellent singing voice. The daughter of Apollo was added into some of her mother's acts, expected to dance and sing and amuse the audiences - but this only lasted for a couple of years. Nancy's mother saw her daughter's beauty and potential, and fearing that she would upstage her, decided to ship her daughter off to a girl's school in California. But instead of going off to boarding school, Nancy ran away and ended up in the Lotus Hotel and Casino on the Strip.

She was trapped inside a place where time stayed still for about thirty years. During that time, she was a victim of sexual assault and it scarred her deeply. Roman demigods were at the Lotus Hotel and Casino for unrelated reasons, but they luckily managed to identify Nancy as a demigod and they more or less dragged her with them back into the real world. Her deepest regret is missing the rest of the 80's - and even though she has been in the modern world for a few years, she still hasn't quite gotten a hold of the slang.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Rescued from the Lotus Hotel and Casino by other members of Camp Jupiter, Nancy was educated at the Wolf House. Her letter of recommendation came from Apollo (alongside a gift of tarot cards to help her with her prophetic abilities, she thinks it was his way of saying sorry I didn't notice you were trapped for almost forty years), meaning that she was placed in the First Cohort. She rose through the ranks and served as Centurion, before eventually being elected Praetor. While it hadn't been something she expected when she came to Camp Jupiter, she's actually really grown to enjoy the role.

---

---

Additional Information

Theme Song: Bad Reputation by Joan Jett
Extra Information: ~included in previous CS~
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

@BlueSky44

Lizzie Roswell

---

---

Lizzie Roswell

---

---

Character Summary

Name: Elizabeth Louisa Roswell
Aliases: Lizzie, Wonderland
Age: 20
Birthday: October 13th, 1998
Birth Place: New York, New York
Gender: Female
Powers:

• Hallucinogenic Touch (involuntary) - Those who have direct contact with Lizzie experience hallucinations and delusions, with the effects increasing exponentially the longer contact is maintained. Psychics, such as telepaths, and those with fast regeneration factors are usually resistant.
• Illusion manipulation (voluntary) - Lizzie can create and manipulate minor illusions with her mind.

Affiliation: Brotherhood

---

---

Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 118 pounds
Build: Skinny
Eyes: Caramel brown
Hair: Warm brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Lizzie tends to have a little bit of a punk vibe to her, with a splash of the 80's. She likes having her hair up and as curly as possible, though it's naturally a mess, so it doesn't take too much work. She wears big broad rimmed glasses, despite having perfect vision. As for clothing choices, they tend to be darker colors. On a day to day basis, she loves a good pair of jeans and a black turtle neck. But when it comes to combat, it's a lot more practical for her to have as much exposure as she is comfortable with. Her main weapon is the deadly toxin her skin produces, so short sleeved shirts and fingerless gloves are the way to go.

---

---

Psychology

Intelligent * Blunt * Brave * Strange * Creative * Opinionated

Sexuality: Sapiosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:Despite what her codename may imply, Lizzie is not insane. Instead, it would be more accurate to say that she is incredibly sane, to the extent that she can appear to be alarming or disturbing. She's so smart and clear headed that she's frightening at worst, creative at best. Everything she believes makes sense, but sometimes it's the logic of a philosopher compared to a normal person. It doesn't always make complete sense at first, sometimes not until a while later.

She's also incredibly independent. She spent a long time in the service of others and has decided to fight for herself now. She tried hiding in the shadows and doing things the way of the X-Men for a long time. She tried to fit in, but society didn't accept her. It used her. So since it treated her like that, she decided to abandon it. In some ways, her actions can be seen as selfish, but she's incredibly loyal and passionate to her cause and those she cares about. She just shows it in her own funny way.

Habits: Humming, tugging on her gloves
Hobbies: Reading, "ghost" hunting
Fears:

• Losing her mind
• Being experimented on
• Wasps

Likes:

• Record players
• Haunted houses
• Horror movies
• Make-Up
• Skate Boarding
• Alone Time

Dislikes:

• Humans
• Fake Allies
• People who chew with their mouth open
• Coffee
• Physical contact
• Her middle name

---

---

Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Criminal Underworld Knowledge (New York)
• Bartending
• Interrogation Techniques
• Basic First Aid
• People Reading
• Skate Boarding

Combat Skills:

• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Sprinting
• Hiding

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

• Silver Locket - Originally belonged to her "sister" Max
• Leather Boots - Studded with metal
• Black short sleeved shirt
• Black leather pants
• Long black coat, laced with metal
• Flip phone
• Fingerless gloves
• Picture of her and her "siblings"

---

---

History

How did you discover your powers: Lizzie's powers developed around when she was four years old. The official story was that her parents died in a murder-suicide with an unknown cause, though it was suspected to be financial problems. It wasn't until she was on her third foster home and yet another foster parent went homicidal that Lizzie understood what was happening. Anyone who had physical contact with her experienced hallucinogenic effects. These effects only grew stronger the older she got, but at a young age, enough expose to them was enough to turn innocent individuals into murderers.

Why did you choose the side that you did?: Humans had been exploiting Lizzie for the majority of her life. While some of them claimed to care about her, it always ended up revolving around what she could do for them. They never cared about her, but more importantly, Lizzie realized that they'd never accept her. The Brotherhood of Mutants would accept her--she could have a real chance at having a family with them. It wasn't that hard of a decision to make.

General History: Lizzie was born in New York City to a mild mannered couple: her father was a dentist and her mother taught engineering at a private, albeit small, university. They were the picture perfect family, until her mother killed her father and then committed suicide in their apartment. Her aunt and uncle were her designated guardians, but after a day, they took Lizzie to the orphanage, claiming that she was possessed by the devil. This pattern continued with various foster homes, with Lizzie never staying longer than a month and sometimes only for a day.

She eventually grew a reputation for herself among foster families as a she-devil. Her foster parents typically ended up committing murder or being killed themselves, relapsing into addition, or being institutionalized - that is, if they tried to ignore the rumors and care for the girl. These rumors eventually attracted the attention of a New York City Crime Lord, Delilah "The Undertaker" Camelio. Delilah had been searching the streets and children's homes for mutants. She had found about two, with Lizzie being her third.

The idea was to train the children into becoming her enforcers. There was a boy who could fly and a girl who was a human lie detector. Delilah had a doctor on retainer, Dorothy Pender, in order to see to the care of the mutant children. She didn't want them to treated at any hospitals and in Lizzie's case, treatment was difficult - physical contact had to be limited. As the mutant children grew up, they began to specialize in different roles. Lizzie was used as muscle originally, as it was hard for people to fight back when under her effects.

However, Delilah realized a better use of Lizzie's powers. Provided that customers were already in the right mood, Lizzie's powers were often the equivalent of an intense acid trip. Delilah began to sell hits of Wonderland, eventually becoming one of the most popular designer drugs in New York City. And all it required was a bit of physical contact with Lizzie. Her body produced the toxin naturally.

Lizzie stayed with Delilah and the others until she was nineteen years old. Her "brother" had been gunned down in the club and in the resulting chaos, her sister, Max, had fled. While she thought of Delilah as her mother, Delilah became cruel and belligerent, searching for more mutant children to groom. Lizzie started to hate her adoptive mother and when Magneto came searching for a mutant called Wonderland, she was more than happy to sign up.

---

---

Extras

Character Quote: "Bad trip?"
Theme Song: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These)
Anything Else: Loki; Soulless Regency
_{*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.}

@Morose

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

---

---

Dorothy Pender

---

Location: Prometheus - Cargo Bay ---> Dorothy's Quarters ---> Cargo Bay

---

---

Dorothy wasn't sure if she should be surprised or not that Daphne had decided to join them. Her sister had been working on her task for a while now she supposed and it was possible that she had finished, but Dorothy doubted it. Not every piece on the ship could've been cleaned by now, as most people still kept their personal guns on them. But at any rate, she had done her best and Anisa seemed to be fine with Daphne joining.

She didn't find Harper to be presumptuous at all. He was right. She and Anisa did probably need to talk. And if he was going to keep the three guys from being too much - or at least, keep them away from the pair of them - then perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. She didn't like bars or alcohol, but she could do one drink for her friend.

"I'll bring that anti-anxiety shot to go, then," Dorothy said. If Anisa needed her there, then she'd be there. She headed back into the ship and up to her personal quarters, quickly going through her belongings until she found one of the few dresses that she owned. It was a little old fashioned, but she felt more comfortable in those sort of dresses. It was a matter of personal preference. Hesitating for a moment, Dorothy put her hair up in a bun. She had to resist the urge to put her jacket on top of the entire ensemble. Her best friend wanted a night on town and a drink to one of their fallen friends. The least she could do for Jackson would be to leave the aviator coat behind.

Exactly five minutes after Anisa had ushered her off, Dorothy returned to the cargo bay. She hoped that there wouldn't be any rowdy comments, but there were a lot of unknowns in the crew -- namely, the pilot, Foy, and Jahosafat. But at any rate, she doubted Harper would suddenly act insane. He seemed to have been stable, for the most part.

---

---

Fitz Townsley

---

Location: Lady Luck's

---

---

Fitz was entirely unaware of the ploy going on around him. He hadn't noticed the looks from the pair that had attempted to steal from him earlier - he wouldn't have even recognized them. Royus had been the one to catch a would be thief in the Toy Store. Fitz, meanwhile, was practically oblivious the entire time to all manners of thievery going on around him, even the ones specifically targeting him. Hearing someone fall to the ground behind him, Fitz tried to dart out of the way, only for an incredibly attractive woman to pull her arm around him and then guide him away.

"W-w-w-w-what...?" Fitz asked quietly. What was she even talking about? No one had been trying to hurt him...Had they? The confusion was clear on his face, and he followed her over to the bar, only because that seemed to be the path of least resistance. But at the same time, he was regretting more and more stumbling into this place. He should've stayed and looked around the Toy Store some more.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

---

---

Jack Hudson

---

Location: Building F (The Newnans' House)

---

---

"Yeah, yeah, mo' alone would be awesome," Jack said quickly, before bolting after his wife. As he heard the door slam initially, he was worried that Tatiana wouldn't even want to be around him. He wouldn't be able to comfort her then and the thought of that was killing him a little bit inside. As the retching started, he realized exactly what was going on and darted back for one of the radios, just in case he needed to send for Froggy. All of this stress couldn't be healthy for Tatiana or for the baby.

Jack knocked softly on the door, not sure if Tatiana needed complete privacy or if he'd be able to come in. The very least he could do was hold her hair while she vomited. "Solovey? You okay?" He bit his lip. This day was just too much for any person to deal with. Tatiana had dealt with so much - she could handle this, right? She was unbreakable. She was titanium. If there was anyone Jack believed in with all of his heart, it was her.

"Should I call ovah someone from medical?"

---

---

Beatrice Decker

---

Location: The Meeting (Three-way intersection near the Hershall Norred Water Plant)

---

---

Beatrice listened to the tragic tale that James told Thalia about her family. Her more cold and emotionless side was a bit impressed that he managed to keep it so brief, so quick, so short. But deep down, Beatrice knew how much pain Thalia was going through at the moment. Most people had either already found out what happened to their loved ones years back. Either that, or they'd never know what happened to them. She didn't know if her adoptive parents were still out there. She doubted she ever would.

Beatrice followed Ryan's line of sight, before spotting the walker. She hadn't met Astrid. The odd attire was the only fact that tipped Beatrice off that she likely was a former Newnan resident. There used to be a little clan of vikings up until the day she had arrived in Newnan, from what Beatrice understood. Of course, it didn't make sense that this one was dead and walking. Newnan always tried to take care of their dead, prevent them from coming back. The woman must've died in a way that made it hard to put her down. That was what Beatrice had to conclude.

"Which one was she?" Beatrice asked simply, doing a quick scan of the rest of the area. It was cold enough that the walkers were significantly slowed down, but she wouldn't be surprised if the Kiwi's racket was drawing a small hoard towards them. There already was one walker in their vicinity, after all. And not everyone had a tank to protect themselves with.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

---

---

Cecily Ashworth

---

Location: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico

---

---

Cecily thanked Thalia quietly as she accepted the alcohol fruit mixture. She held it in her hand, watching for a split second the fruit just barely floating at the surface. She wasn't a heavy drinker, but perhaps she'd take a sip or two. Natasha hadn't protested to the idea of her having alcohol, even with the gunshot wound, so it couldn't be too bad. And with what Thalia was telling her, it would be socially awkward for her to not have something. It reminded her of those high school scenarios they had to talk about with guidance counselors - about how to say no with peer pressure.

As Natasha excused herself after Thalia explained she was going to go chat with a few people, Cecily felt like Natasha likely deserved some privacy of her own, as did Thalia. She quickly looked around the general area, hoping to find a nice spot to go and tuck herself away into. She was an excellent wallflower and couldn't help but feel extremely out of place here, anyways. As much as she loved to read about adventures and heroes, that type of life terrified her. This was the closest she had ever gotten to living like the fictional characters she adored - and she could feel her anxiety levels rising.

"I'll leave you to it, then," Cecily said to Thalia. She glanced around and at random, she picked a direction to head in. Well, it wasn't entirely random. She didn't want to go too near the corpse-altar-burial-thing. She wasn't even sure what to call it. She just knew that if she was going to trip and fall, she didn't want to be near that thing. Maybe once she had found herself a nice little corner to hide in, she could entertain herself with people watching.

---

---

Iris Kingston

---

Location: Justice Asylum

---

---

Iris nodded as Nurse Cratty left, about to thank her for all of her help but the door was already shut. Sighing a bit, Iris brushed some stray strands of hair out of her face and then looked at Jaina. The woman was currently craning her neck in an assortment of ways, as if she was trying to memorize each little detail of the room from every possible vantage point. She hadn't ever had to pull a file like that before, so she wasn't sure of the general approach. However, she figured calling the hospital where Dr. Sarbye worked would be worth a try.

"I'm going to leave now, d'accord?" Iris said, setting the thing of strawberries down. Jaina had earned them, but she wasn't going to put her fingers near Jaina's mouth. The woman didn't seem to understand cause and effect. Or if she did, she didn't understand that bad things could happen. Or even what bad things were. "I'll come back soon once the translator arrives."

"Waaaaiiiiiiit! I have something important to tell you!" Jaina shouted, just as Iris had put a hand on the door.

"Oui...?" Iris said, hesitation clear in her voice. She wasn't sure what Jaina's next move would be. Even in a straightjacket, the woman was still incredibly dangerous.

"Let's turn on the juice and see what shakes loose~!" Jaina sang. Iris raised an eyebrow, confusion clear on her face. "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice~!"

Iris shook her head a bit. She recognized the name vaguely. It was just some movie, right? At any rate, it'd be worth it to jot down a note about the behavior. She left the room and quickly made her way to her office, before looking up where she could get the files on Jaina that she needed.

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

---

---

Nora Kingston

---

Location: the Museum

---

---

From the way Vera's voice was carrying, Nora couldn't help but imagine that she would be quite some time. It appeared to be an endless cycle that she and Mr. Drake were caught in. The previous evening, she had heard a bit of a shouting match between the two and the topic appeared to be similar on this occasion. Nora frowned ever so slightly. While she couldn't hear Mr. Drake's words, she had no doubt that he was in the wrong in this situation. Lady Munn was as sensible as Mr. Drake appeared to be sexual.

She considered mentioning to Neema and Lauren that they may as well begin a search on their own, only to see Lady Munn reappear. Lauren beat her to the chase in explaining the outcome of their short conversation. Truthfully, all they learned was that there were more tiles to be found and that they likely were somewhere inside the museum. The best case scenario was that Lady Munn had simply misplaced them. There were several ideas of horrible scenarios that came to mind, yet Nora couldn't adequately decide which one would be the absolute worst.

She nodded in agreement at Lauren's concern for Vera. She wasn't sure if there was much else to be said - Lauren had summed just about everything up.