Morose

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Jade Cornish

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Jade Cornish

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Character Summary

Name: Jade Corentine Cornish
Aliases: Jady, Cor, London's Actual Finest, That Bitch
Age: 27
Birthday: May 13th, 1989
Ethnicity: British
Birth Place: London, England
Residence: Fuck if I know anymore
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Criminology/European History
Occupation: MI13 Agent; Former Homicide Detective; Former Private Eye
Languages: English, French, German

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Appearance

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 123 pounds
Build: Thin and lean
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Jade used to be a fan of frock coats and dark washed jeans. There was a certain air of mysteriousness that came with the combination, but lately, she's been gravitating towards leather jackets and frayed pants. It's an artistic choice, as well as a practical one. In her line of work, loose clothing can be a hazard and with each additional complication, there comes an added risk. The less chances she takes, the more likely she's still alive at the end of the day. And that's generally a good thing.

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Psychology

Inquisitive * Insecure * Caring * Depressed * Resourceful * Sarcastic

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Fuck off
Personality: As much as she hates being defined by her depression, it influences most of the choices she makes. Her mind, in her opinion, is being ruled over by some demonic entity, causing her to see the worst in each and every situation. As a private eye, that type of negativity does come with the job -- but it also causes it to be difficult for her to make friends. She craves companionship, but her own assurance that nothing good can ever happen prevents her from attaining it.

The very few people that Jade befriends can experience a fiercely caring relationship. She'll do anything for them, no matter the cost. And of course, she happens to want to find things out, enjoying the possibility that the unknown prevents. She tends to throw herself into her work, in order to escape the feelings that cause her extensive pain. She is also skilled in the art of sass.

Habits: Biting her nails, biting her lip, concealing feelings
Hobbies: Reading, drinking, exercising
Fears:

• Abandonment
• Hatred from those she cares about
• Complete confinement

Likes:

• Being right
• Alcohol
• Science
• BBC News and Television Shows
• Obscure facts and knowledge
• Complex stories with twists and turns
• Animals

Dislikes:

• Bigots and racists
• Vegetables
• Seafood
• The status quo
• Group work
• Patronizing tones

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Tracking (People)
• Disguise
• European History
• Criminology
• Breaking and Entering
• Basic Forensics
• Knowledge of Necromatics

Combat Skills:

• Dagger
• Tae Kwan Do
• Long Sword
• Acrobatics
• Pistol

What Is On Your Person:

• Handcuffs
• Pocket journal and pen
• Wallet: Containing ID, fake ID for Abigail Jackson, credit card, debit card, $50 cash, and business cards reading "LONDON'S ACTUAL FINEST // JADE CORNISH" and including her phone number
• Flask (Alcohol)
• Flask (Holy Water)
• Lighter
• Cigarettes
• Pistol
• Camera
• Clothing: Leather jacket, grey tank top, frayed jeans, black combat boots, hair ties on wrists
• MI13 Badge

Residence:

• Laptop
• Bottle of whiskey
• Suitcase of clothes
• It's the fucking back of a car - what else did you expect?

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History

First Necromantic Encounter: Jade was present in the aftermath of the first bloodshed at Altsoba. The demon possessed daughter of the Reverend Adder, Vivian, had killed her father. While some tried to save the girl, Vivian ended up being killed as well. And not too long after, she found herself caught up in a divine comedy, even fucking dying - how messed up is that?! Despite wanting nothing more than a thing of beer, she ended up fighting the devil himself. Yeah, that was one hell of an introduction to this world.

Life Before the Altsoba Massacre: Jade is the daughter of a private eye and a pimp (female, mind you). The two of them were ill-suited to being parents, and by the age of three, her uncle stepped in to raise her. Her parents would sometimes attempt to regain custody, only for them to put her life in danger, causing the uncle to return. Her uncle was (and is) a minor government official in England, making a decent salary, and was able to send her to boarding school by the time was she seven.

At boarding school, Jade was taught how to play the violin, though she fell out of practice and forgot how to do so by the time she was 17. The kids here were rather homophobic, and once word got out that her mother was a pimp and her father a private eye currently in rehab for cocaine addiction, the bullying at the school became relentless. She remained at this school until she completed her secondary school education.

The bullying caused her a great deal of pain, especially when she was 15 years old, an elaborate prank was pulled on her, in which a nice seeming boy pretended to fall in love with her. Quickly becoming more and more depressed, Jade became suicidal and depressed, self harming and becoming a quiet, darker person. Her uncle got her help as soon as he found out, but she never did become her previous, cheerier self again.

Attending King's College of London, Jade found herself fascinated with the violent minded, and studied Criminology. Like her father, she eventually became a private eye, proclaiming herself to be London's Actual Finest. With only her uncle for family, Jade is still estranged from her parents, and has no intention of starting a family of her own. Taking martial arts classes and learning to use various weapons made sense with being a private eye--she never could know what situation she was about to get herself into. Throwing herself into her work and finding comfort in cigarettes and alcohol, Jade moved to the United States soon after graduation, hoping to find more varied work.

She had grown tired of the pettiness involved with being a private eye. There was hardly any glamor in taking snaps of cheating wives and husbands, and it failed to give her much of an intellectual challenge. It didn't help as well that she knew her father found great success as a private eye, so only two years after arriving in Seattle, Jade closed up her private business and applied for a job with the Seattle PD. Her application was denied and she tried at various departments, before being hired on at the understaffed Altsoba PD as a homicide detective.

Life Since the Altsoba Massacre: Jade traveled back to England and stayed with her uncle for a while, researching ways to repay her debt to Darren. He ended up dissuading her from the task, with the rise of organizations such as O.M.E.N. and MI13. Given her position in the British government, he was able to pull a few strings to find a job for his niece. Jade had fallen pretty heavily into alcoholism and general apathy, with her not even applying for jobs or looking for cases to take as a private eye. MI13 ended up giving her enough order that she was able to get back into the general swing of things and right now, she has been tasked to help the Americans after the disappearance of the O.M.E.N. leaders. After what happened last June, you can't be too careful these days.

One apocalypse is enough for a lifetime.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Piss off. I'm working."
Deviances: She has slightly better perception than the average human.
Theme Song: Make Me Wanna Die - The Pretty Reckless
Anything Else: Devil and 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.}

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Once my finals end, I'll be posting CS's we are "missing" - i.e. Jade will be getting a full CS as she'll be a full character and Fairfax will (finally!!!) be getting his own CS. Hel may be getting one as well.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Aye aye, captain! Will do my best not to be killed by these exams - though I guess if I am, I'll just be a paradox XD

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Guinevere Stark

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Location: The X-Van - New York, New York
{"They told me I couldn't so I did."}

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Guin looked at Marygold, nodding a bit with a bit of a stunned expression. "So you're cool with Tom and Jerry heading out to play Cat and Mouse? Cool. That's cool," Guin said. She had expected some sort of reaction from Mary, but it was likely that more than anything, Mary just didn't have the mental space to deal with Damon and Ayita. As long as they didn't jeopardize the mission, they could make their own choices. It was also entirely plausible that Mary's lack of response was, in itself, her allowing Damon to go chase after the shifter. They had bigger fish...er, mice...to fry.

"Fuck me," Guin muttered under her breath, as all of the alarms started blaring. There went their element of surprise - and at this point, there wasn't much use in attempting to shut them all off. The Brotherhood knew they were in the facility now. As Carolina sat up, Guin cocked an eyebrow, giving her a you don't say? look. Everyone quickly split up into their teams and prepared to head out, with Guin, Marygold, Carolina, and Allison still outside of the plant.

"Girl, I love the energy, but you got to keep calm. More mutant awesomeness, less cheerleader," Guin recommended, as kindly as she could. It was a bitchy thing to say, but it was the truth. Everyone had a limited amount of energy and focus. If they were going to pull this off, they'd have to use all of it. Guin pulled out one of the kits that Cassandra had grabbed for them, opening it up to reveal the Dwarves. They were miniature surveillance drones. Activating them quickly, Guin sent them into the facility. She took the monitor and strapped it around her wrist, looking a bit like a Smart Watch.

"We've got eyes in the lab. They should help us find the quickest path with least resistance...until someone shoots them out of the sky. So let's move."

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Lizzie Roswell

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Location: Brotherhood Headquarters - New York, New York
{"Monsters don't hide underneath your bed."}

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Lizzie chuckled quietly at Richard's annoyance. She called him Adder simply because it got on his nerves. It was always amusing to get a rise out of someone who couldn't attack you without risk to themselves. Of course, if Richard truly wanted to attack Lizzie, he was welcome to try. The coat would work to his advantage - somewhat. As he wrapped her coat around her and used his flirtatious charm, Lizzie listened to him, rolling her eyes at his advances.

"Careful, Adder," Lizzie chided, stressing his name once more. "Playing with fire will get you burned." She clicked her tongue a few times as she walked down the halls, before her face lit up at the sound of the alarms. Brushing some of her curls out of her face, Lizzie went down the halls at a bit of a skip. She just knew that guard had been suspicious. With the way he appeared before going into the security room, she was certain that he had set off the alarms.

It could have been an attack, but it could have also been gross incompetence. Either way, she didn't care. She was bored.

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

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Nora Kingston

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Location: the Museum

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Nora nodded at Neema, swallowing thickly. She appreciated Neema's grandmotherly tenderness, but she did not wish to be a feeble woman of the ton left on the floor after seeing the visage of a newcomer. Before she had even lifted her head, she heard another thud as the other fainter once more relapsed into unconsciousness. She took another moment to collect herself, intending to sit up before answering Lauren. As she began to lift herself upwards, she came into the perfect angle to catch a glimpse of George's mask from where he sat on the couch.

Instantly, her head began to feel as if it was made out of cotton, and a clamminess went over her entire body. In a state of weakness and fear, she muttered hastily in Gaelic. "Lauren... Mo thinneas... Tá eagla orm go..." While she was a British lady, she had spent her formative years under the care of an Irish woman. It was not out of the ordinary for Nora, in moments where she was not the most collected, to slip into the language of her childhood. Her body went slack before she could fully explain her warning to Lauren, her head hitting the pillow once more as she too had fainted.

If she was lucky, the fainting spells were simply induced by glancing at George - yet even then, she had been ravaged by sickness as a child. With two lapses into unconsciousness so quickly together, it did not bode well for her health. Perhaps this was one situation where looks could truly kill - or at least, injure.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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@Nallore@Witch Cat@Pundii@FantasyChic@BlueSky44

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Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 8:18 P.M. Local Time

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~remember, some of you were sent information as to what you know about the Mullo and Hel via PM a while back...~

Coventry Circus Grounds...

Eudora's question was a moment too late. Olivia's injuries were incredibly extensive and with each passing second, the image of Azrael only grew stronger. By the time a minute had passed and Edwina had stopped the mullo from continuing on its war path, Olivia was already gone. The wolf's body fell limp, as her head hit the ground with a soft thud. Perhaps this is morbid or perhaps it is fascinating, the wolf shifted back into a human form, covered in blood and wounds, and with no clothing remaining. There was no saving her, no healing that could reach her.

"No, I really wasn't," Edwina said, before continuing to chant the mullo's name over and over again. Realization dawned on Fairfax's face at her words - it was the name he called Folly. It had been an old family name that Folly had decided to introduce herself by. She didn't know that it came from the creature that had killed so many. And in the chaos, no one seemed to have realized that that was indeed the name. Holding her hand out over the creature, Edwina scrunched her eyebrows a bit, and then pure light emitted from her hand, shining with a dazzling intensity down on the creature.

Edwina's chant kept the mullo on the floor as Seraphina approached it and swung her blade. The head came off cleanly, which in itself was unexpected. Most beheadings take a few good whacks to cleave the head off. But perhaps for the mullo, its body was built in a completely new way. With the beast taken care of, Edwina ceased radiating light and pulled her hair back for a moment.

"How many people did you lose?" she asked. Edwina didn't offer any explanation as to how she knew the mullo's name or why she had decided to come. But that in itself was an altogether simple answer, one which caused a knowing smile in Edwina as she looked over at Fairfax. "I got your letter, granddad," Edwina said. She pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket. It dated back to 1929, written in John Fairfax's hand. It was addressed to his future descendent, Edwina Fairfax, containing instructions to go to Coventry on December 28th, 2016 at 8:17 PM.

Fairfax blinked a few times, not recalling haven written the letter. But then he understood. It was a letter that he would write, once he returned to his own time. Amazement shown through his face, understanding the circular nature of time that had just happened. Did he write the letter first or did Edwina arrive to save them all first?

"It's dead," Folly confirmed, nodding at Lilith. There was no way that it could have survived and the body was limp.

"But Hel is coming," Aloise croaked out. "Seraphina...Send everyone back to their times. We can't risk ripping another hole in reality."

But Aloise's warning had been ignored just a bit too long. The fabric of the circus tent was ripped away with a gust of wind, exposing everyone inside to the outdoors. There, a regal and decaying figure stood, sword in hand. For a moment, Hel carefully observed each person there, before she flung her sword. Its blade went through James' chest before it returned to Hel's hand of its own accord. The FBI agent dropped to the ground, dead.

"Now that I have your attention, we have matters to discuss..."

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Edwina Fairfax - HoC NPC

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Edwina Fairfax

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Character Summary

Name: Edwina Margaret Fairfax
Aliases: Eddie, Lucifer
Age: 27
Gender: Female

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Appearance

Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120 pounds
Build: Lean
Eyes: Blue-Grey
Hair: Ginger
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Pierced Ears, Cat-Ears Birthmark on Left Knee, Appendix Scar, Freckles

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Psychology

Spunky * Compassionate

Personality: Edwina comes off as pretty bold, but not reckless. She doesn't throw herself into the line of fire for no reason. While she will take the fall for her friends, she won't do so for a random stranger. Weighing the odds, Edwina would most likely choose to save herself, as long as she doesn't know the other person. She holds grudges and never forgets a transgression, to the point that anyone who crosses her will never be let back in again.

Willing to be herself, Edwina can come off as quirky. However, her confidence and kindness for other people cause it to be endearing, with most people treating her affectionately. She's almost the "girl next door" type, only she holds fast to her ideals, and won't let anyone push her around. Her strength is in her ability to remain herself and stay true to her ideals, but also to her friends. Loyal to a fault, Edwina holds herself to a high standard of accountability for friends and family. Hurt someone she loves, and she will make you regret it.

She also fancies that she's incredibly funny -- and most of the time, her highest class of humor comes from really bad puns. She isn't into guttural and mature humor. She enjoys plays on words, references to previous conversations, and so forth. Whether or not she's actually funny? It's highly debatable. Most would say that she isn't.

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History

History: Edwina was born in Fall River, Massachusetts to a young couple with a rocky marriage. Her parents had gotten together in college, both of them ill suited for one another, neither able to admit it. They both craved the perfect American family. When she was six years old, her parents took Edwina to see Lizzie Borden's house, just a few blocks away from their home. Spending the night in the famed house, her parents woke up to Edwina screaming that the monsters were coming to get her. There was, of course, nothing there.

No one quite knows what happened that night. Edwina insisted the next morning that a monster had attacked her, and her parents didn't believe her until Edwina screamed, and all of the lights went out. The next few weeks, more and more strange things happened. Reflections would appear where they shouldn't. Vague images of things in other rooms would appear, almost dancing, right before their eyes. The lights in the house would all go dark, without any cause for it.

By the time she was seven, her parents finally admitted to themselves that something had indeed happened to Edwina. While they thought it was a genetic thing, that perhaps Edwina had some sort of odd DNA mutation, they always had a lingering suspicion that something indeed did happen to her in the supposedly haunted home. Fearing that they would be socially ostracized if anyone knew, they kept it quiet. They homeschooled Edwina until she was able to understand and process her powers -- or at least, keep it hidden. No one outside of the family knew - not even her uncle, who she visited by train each week while he was imprisoned. She entered public school just in time for high school, and that year, the school district had the lighting examined due to issues.

After high school, Edwina went to the University of Washington for college. Studying physics, she specialized in the physics of light (optics, in particular). Understanding how her power worked, Edwina ended up being accepted to a PhD program at M.I.T. studying physics. However, Edwina feels an obligation to help people with her power. Seeing the massive changes to the world over the course of her (admittedly brief) life, she wants to be able to contribute and give back. It would also allow her to be able to use her powers freely, rather than hiding them in shame.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I've got a gift. Time I put it to good use."
Theme Song: All Star by Smash Mouth
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS~

Morose's Characters

Scott Rydzynski

{"I hate cake."}

Roleplays:

• Rise of the Evos

Scott Rydzynski

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Scott Rydzynski

Character Quote: "What? You don't name your guns?"

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Character Summary

Name: Scott Alexander Rydzynski
Aliases: Scott Jones, Johnny
Age: 38
Birthday: February 4th, 1980
Ethnicity: Russian-American
Birth Place: Tacoma, Washington
Place of Residency: Seattle
Gender: Male
Education: Mechanical Engineering (West Point)
Occupation: Mercenary for Hire; Ex-Green Beret
Languages: English, Russian

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Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 183 pounds
Body Type: Muscular
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous small scars
Personal Style: Scott dresses for function above all else. Sneakers don't allow you to keep an additional two pistols on you, so he always wears boots. His long pants and leather jacket protect him from the Seattle cold, as well as being practical for motorcycling. And let's not forget, he also has a need to look badass. In his line of business, first impressions are everything. If he can intimidate the mark with his looks alone, the job is a piece of cake.

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Psychology

Determined * Cocky * Funny * Rough * Loyal * Self Centered

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Scott has been called many things in his life, such as: asshole, jackass, bastard, and prick. He's also been told he chews with his mouth open. With a rough and tumble personality, he uses humor as a defense mechanism. When he's stressed, angry, scared, sad, or hell, even just happy, he'll crack a joke. This may appear to be insensitive, but if he doesn't admit to himself his own feelings or the seriousness of the situation, then he can protect himself from it.

He has a strong sense of self preservation and self interest, always looking out for number one. But beneath this cocky outer layer, there's actual human compassion and empathy. If you're one of the people he cares about, he'll do anything to keep you safe from harm. His selfish nature drives him to protect himself and his people - no one else. He'd destroy the world in order to keep his friends and himself alive. Whether he admits to caring about someone is a completely different matter - he'll likely deny it. He's a boss on the outside and a marshmallow on the inside. And just a little bit trigger happy. But hey! No one's perfect...

Habits: Pacing, checking how many rounds he has in the chamber
Hobbies: Shooting, cleaning his weapons, sketching new gun designs
Fears:

• Cancer
• Suffocation
• Losing a Loved One

Likes:

• the NRA
• Guns. Guns. Like, really. He likes guns.
• Gambling
• Fights
• Booze
• Hockey

Dislikes:

• Traitors
• Goody Two Shoes
• People touching his guns
• Babies
• Hypocrites
• MRE's

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Skills

General Skills:

• Mechanical Engineering
• Driving (Motorcycle)
• Ropes & Knots
• Gun Repair
• Breaking and Entering
• Wilderness Survival

Combat Skills:

• Brawling
• Rifles
• Pistols
• (Sub)machine Guns

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Black Combat Boots, Black Pants, Four Holsters (Two Legs, Two Boots), Grey Shirt, Brown Leather Jacket, Belt, Dog Tags
• Purse/Wallet - Concealed Carry Permit, Open Carry Permit, Military I.D., Business Cards, Three Credit Cards, Debit Card, License, Motorcycle License, Keys
• Holstered Pistol (named Betty)
• Holstered Pistol (named Supernova)
• Holstered Pistol (named Little Red)
• Holstered Pistol (named Wanda)
• Shotgun, slung over shoulder, (named Peach)
• iPhone SE
• Ammunition
• Lighter
• Pack of Cigarettes
• Motorcycle Helmet (on bike)

Possessions at Home:

• Semi-Automatic Machine Gun (named Sparky)
• Pistol (named Vanessa)
• Shotgun (named Charlie)
• Shotgun (named Princess)
• Ammunition. Like, a lot of ammunition. So much ammunition.
• Gun Repair Kits
• Map of the Puget Sound
• Photograph of his daughter
• Dell Laptop
• His "private" collection of beer
• Honda Nighthawk 750

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History

Biography: Scott's father was a Russian immigrant who moved to the Seattle area to get a job working for Boeing. His mother was one of the engineers at the plant and one of the few who spoke Russian, since her grandmother had been an immigrant from Odessa. The pair of them had three children, with Scott being the middle child. While his older brother went into politics and his younger sister into aerospace engineering, Scott had always been a rebel without a cause growing up.

Throughout high school, he had gotten into a fair number of fights. While no one understood why at first, there was a pattern that quickly grew. Each of the fights had nothing to do with Scott - he'd step in and fight those picking on others. His parents and guidance counselor decided the best way to channel his aggressive energy would be in the military. His older brother had worked on a congressman's campaign and managed to get Scott a letter of recommendation for West Point.

At West Point, Scott studied mechanical engineering. Everyone there was being groomed for an officer position, but his talents as a sharpshooter made him stand out. They could give him any gun and he would hit the target. Once he graduated, he was sought out by the U.S. Army Special Forces and served as a Green Beret. The events that happened during his time with the Green Berets are largely classified, except for two pieces of information: 1) he received a letter from a one night stand that he had fathered a child and 2) he had 31 confirmed kills.

By the time he was sent home, his child had been put up for adoption. He had become disillusioned during his time of service, hardly able to find anything good in all of the death and destruction he had caused. It was all chaos and it was all the same. He wasn't sure what he had been fighting for and he wasn't fit to raise a child, so he never sought her out. Scott plans to send her money when she turns eighteen for college - but little more than that.

He reached what many would have referred to as rock bottom. Up to his eyes in booze, sex, and gambling debts, Scott got the only job his unique skill set qualified him for: merc for hire. He's made a name for himself in the business, as well as a nice profit. He dropped off the grid a few months ago when he came down with some horrible disease. One of his friends, a lowlife named Chloe with medical training, ended up taking care of him for a week or so. Mercs avoided hospitals like the plague if they could.

Discovery Of Your Power: Scott had been on a job for a client, ensuring that a rival's shipment was "accidentally" destroyed. Everything had been going to plan, until he made the fatal error of miscounting his bullets. With two guards left and no more ammo, it looked bad. While he first tried to talk his way out of it, they didn't enjoy his unique sense of humor for some strange reason. When the bullets fired, Scott instinctively threw his arms out to protect himself, only for the bullets to stop moving.

The next thing he knew, he had flung the bullets back at the two guards and managed to complete the job. He hasn't told anyone, but he figures it's one hell of a party trick. And in his line of work, it can't hurt to have something up your sleeve. The real takeaway for him, though, was that he needed to be better about counting his ammo.

Ability & Powers: Telekinesis

Ability & Powers Weaknesses:

• Requires a large amount of concentration to use properly.
• Can only move objects that are in his direct line of sight, and objects that can be moved.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheep - ACDC
Extra Information:

• Let's Do the Time Warp Again!
• Chaos Magic Manipulation

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.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

Nancy Parker

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Nancy Parker

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.}

Relation Sheet

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Relations

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Nancy Parker

"Are you ever not going to fall for that?"

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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Emendators

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🙇 The Dice 🙇
"He made his own choices."
In many ways, Nancy is the opposite of Eve. While Eve adores rules and order, Nancy is a fan of randomness and chaos. She thrives on unpredictability. Originally, this tension between the two Emendators came out mostly when it came to Drem. Nancy didn't view herself as encouraging his behavior - she was just being his friend. With Drem dead, the tension between the two has grown. While Nancy respects Eve, she hates the way Eve looks at her sometimes. To her, it's like Eve is blaming Nancy for what happened to Drem.

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🙇 The Cards 🙇
"Maybe one day I'll be something more, but for now...I am who I am."
Nancy understands why others can perceive her as chaotic and impulsive. A majority of her decisions, if not informed by the cards, come down to her own sense of whimsy. Perhaps she will one day grow out of it but given that millennia have come and gone, yet she remains constant, Nancy believes her personality is rather set in stone. She isn't going to change her mannerisms to match another's idea of what an Emendator should be.

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💛/🙇 The Hat 💛/🙇
"Let's not talk about Uruk."
Nancy doesn't have a problem with Gilbert himself - it's more the occasional reminders of a time in her life that she would much prefer to forget. Growing up in Uruk, everyone knew of the legendary Gilgamesh. She cannot help but associate Gilbert with her old home and the horrible events that came to pass there. However, Nancy does understand his 'big brotherly' type antics - she looks fairly young to be an Emendator, having become conscious at a physically young age. Maybe one day she'll be able to properly appreciate that in Gilbert, but for now, the occasional moments of friendliness are the defining trait for the pair.

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💜/💕 The Watch 💜/💕
"While the Emendators are family as a rule, Giouse would be my family regardless."
Ever since Giouse and Nancy met in Denmark centuries ago, the two have traveled together. They have a prank war between the two of them, with no clear end in sight. They both adore science-fiction, with Nancy even acting as an editor for Giouse's writings. They're a natural pair and if Nancy ever were to open up to anyone (which in itself is unlikely), it would be Giouse.

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💛 The Glasses 💛
"I never expected that adventure would be our last."
After Giouse, Drem was Nancy's favorite Emendator. She understands and shares his wanderlust, his drive to head towards new and exciting things, to enjoy life rather than just attempt to preserve it. Her chaotic nature worked well with his. His passing hurt Nancy, as she lost someone she felt a spiritual kinship with. If only they had had time for one more adventure.

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Paradoxes

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💛/🙇 Alicia Gonzalez 💛/🙇
"More fun, less head-prying, okay?"
Nancy enjoys Alicia's company, for the most part. Her contributions to the long standing prank war between Nancy and Gio have been welcome, since they helped to break the routine some. Yet when matters between the pair of them turn serious, Nancy wants none of it. Her emotions and her thoughts are private. She understands Alicia only wants to help, but that doesn't mean Nancy decides to be emotionally honest with her.

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🌓 Sophia Harris 🌓
"She's Strawberry Shortcake."
Sweet and kind, Nancy sees Sophia's issues with confidence and wishes she'd be a bit more assertive. There's also an entire area of untapped arm related humor that she wishes Sophia would utilize. It's wasted potential, really.

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🙇 James Grady 🙇
"His name is Jimothy."
He's the first Paradox Nancy would seriously considerable taking up smoking weed to - she sees through his hidden and obscured emotions, knowing that he has considerable darkness to battle. If she could get him to de-stress and truly calm down, it'd be mission accomplished.

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💀 Faith Masters 💀
"I get it, I'm not Eve, bitch."
At first, Nancy had been hopeful that she could ironically bond with her - but her pride, entitlement, and impatience to get to Eve's training has left a sour taste in her mouth.

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🌓 Andromeda Aldrich 🌓
"Curiosity killed the cat. "
Nancy can appreciate Andromeda's curious nature - even if it can be a bit irritating at times when a spew of questions come out of nowhere. And while Nancy can understand the pull of wanting to leave the Loop, she worries that Andromeda might be a Peter in the making.

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👹 Alexandra Andonova 👹
"I honestly don't understand why Eve decided to bring this one back - maybe she's finally losing it..."
Nancy HATES Alex with a burning passion. That will not change today. It will not change tomorrow. And if Alex isn't careful around Nancy, she might do something far worse than locking her in an asylum for a month. No one disrespects her family like that and gets away from it. Maybe she'll cut out her tongue. It's an idea Nancy's entertaining.

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🌓 Bartholomew Rosecliff 🌓
"Boooooring."
He's a computer. He doesn't actually seem to be interested in anyone or anything other than himself. Nancy wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was brought back with only part of a soul like Alex. She doesn't understand why he thinks he's all that.

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🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea For your consideration...the Cards

Nancy Parker

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Nancy Parker

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.}

Relation Sheet

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Relations

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Nancy Parker

"Are you ever not going to fall for that?"

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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Emendators

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🙇 The Dice 🙇
"He made his own choices."
In many ways, Nancy is the opposite of Eve. While Eve adores rules and order, Nancy is a fan of randomness and chaos. She thrives on unpredictability. Originally, this tension between the two Emendators came out mostly when it came to Drem. Nancy didn't view herself as encouraging his behavior - she was just being his friend. With Drem dead, the tension between the two has grown. While Nancy respects Eve, she hates the way Eve looks at her sometimes. To her, it's like Eve is blaming Nancy for what happened to Drem.

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🙇 The Cards 🙇
"Maybe one day I'll be something more, but for now...I am who I am."
Nancy understands why others can perceive her as chaotic and impulsive. A majority of her decisions, if not informed by the cards, come down to her own sense of whimsy. Perhaps she will one day grow out of it but given that millennia have come and gone, yet she remains constant, Nancy believes her personality is rather set in stone. She isn't going to change her mannerisms to match another's idea of what an Emendator should be.

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💛/🙇 The Hat 💛/🙇
"Let's not talk about Uruk."
Nancy doesn't have a problem with Gilbert himself - it's more the occasional reminders of a time in her life that she would much prefer to forget. Growing up in Uruk, everyone knew of the legendary Gilgamesh. She cannot help but associate Gilbert with her old home and the horrible events that came to pass there. However, Nancy does understand his 'big brotherly' type antics - she looks fairly young to be an Emendator, having become conscious at a physically young age. Maybe one day she'll be able to properly appreciate that in Gilbert, but for now, the occasional moments of friendliness are the defining trait for the pair.

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💜/💕 The Watch 💜/💕
"While the Emendators are family as a rule, Giouse would be my family regardless."
Ever since Giouse and Nancy met in Denmark centuries ago, the two have traveled together. They have a prank war between the two of them, with no clear end in sight. They both adore science-fiction, with Nancy even acting as an editor for Giouse's writings. They're a natural pair and if Nancy ever were to open up to anyone (which in itself is unlikely), it would be Giouse.

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💛 The Glasses 💛
"I never expected that adventure would be our last."
After Giouse, Drem was Nancy's favorite Emendator. She understands and shares his wanderlust, his drive to head towards new and exciting things, to enjoy life rather than just attempt to preserve it. Her chaotic nature worked well with his. His passing hurt Nancy, as she lost someone she felt a spiritual kinship with. If only they had had time for one more adventure.

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💛/🙇 Alicia Gonzalez 💛/🙇
"More fun, less head-prying, okay?"
Nancy enjoys Alicia's company, for the most part. Her contributions to the long standing prank war between Nancy and Gio have been welcome, since they helped to break the routine some. Yet when matters between the pair of them turn serious, Nancy wants none of it. Her emotions and her thoughts are private. She understands Alicia only wants to help, but that doesn't mean Nancy decides to be emotionally honest with her.

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