Morose

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Iris Kingston

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Location: the Circus
Skills: Perception, Photographic Memory

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Iris nodded, her thoughts flickering back to her memories of Cynthia's file. It was one of the benefits of having an eidetic memory - she was able to bring up the mental image and recall all of that information. Of course, even without her gifted memory, it would have been rather difficult to forget the things she had read in that file. From what Iris recalled, Cynthia had been falsely imprisoned for murder and treated at a barbaric mental institution. Her insanity had been created by those attempting to "cure" her - though Iris was more of the opinion that the practices at Cynthia's previous asylum were designed to keep her quiet and docile.

"I'll accompany you," Iris decided. There was no hint of hesitation or indecision in her voice. She wasn't too certain how far away Grimm was - she was used to countries being on a far smaller scale than the United States. It still boggled her mind that such a large land could all be placed under a single government. She doubted that she would ever quite understand America. But given that the fleeing patients had taken a helicopter, Iris imagined that it had to be a fair distance away to reach Indiana. She could point to a few United States locations on a map - namely those in California and then the big ones, like New York City and Washington D.C.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@Nightwing95 Yes to both questions ^^ (Since we’re alluding to Secret Warriors in this first arc)

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

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Fitz Townsley

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Location: Prometheus: Lower Deck: Single Top (7)
Skills: None

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In hindsight, Fitz realized that none of this would have happened had he fallen asleep in his own lodgings the previous night. He could have traced this unfortunate chain of events even farther back, going to the moment he decided to leave Osiris. Or perhaps, it was when one of his engineering professors told them about their time working on an Alliance crew, traveling the 'Verse and practicing their trade at the same time. He could even draw a connection to the time when he was six and Abigail Riaz had punched him in the face, knocking out one of his baby teeth. Or ultimately, back to his conception - or even further back, to when his parents had been conceived. The more he thought about it, the more he was able to draw an exact line of cause and effect that went back to the Big Bang.

None of this, of course, provided him any comfort. He was hiding inside Daphne's blankets like a cocoon, having even crawled underneath her bed for good measure. He inched forward slightly until his hand was able to curl around one of the metal supports for the bed, just in case anyone tried to grab him by the feet and drag him out, in order to space him. "I-I-I-I-I....I-I-I-I-I....I-I-I-I-I....D-d-d-did y-y-you k-know the mi-mi-mitochondria i-is the pow-powerhouse of t-the c-c-c-c-cell?" Fitz stammered. He didn't know much biology, but his twin sister had often reminded him of that fact, though he wasn't quite sure why she had felt a need to.

Fitz then fell silent again. He wasn't ever going to crawl out from this place. He'd just ask Daphne to change rooms with him and eventually, they'd realize he was dead and they'd find his corpse down there. He was going to spend the rest of his life hiding here and he was perfectly okay with that. There were worse ways to die - and apparently, someone on the ship might be test running one of them for him.

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Dorothy Pender

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Location: Prometheus: Upper Deck: Outside Foyer ---> Lower Floor: Medical
Skills: Perception, Medicine, Life Sciences

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Dorothy nodded, beginning to administer the Ox Bag to Atticus without question. She hadn't picked up so much on Jahosafat referring to the Preacher as being their patient, so much as she did her fellow doctor dismissing the eager requests to help. It was music to her ears. One of the largest issues they had with the last crew, sadly, was that there were too many cooks in medical. And only one of them (Dorothy) had any training. But still, Genevieve had attempted to insist that she could help. Sadly, it seemed that only now that Genevieve was gone that her psychological training was in high demand.

"On it," Dorothy acknowledged, continuing to administer the bag as Jahosafat ran ahead. It was another benefit to having a second doctor - she didn't have to do all of this prep work herself. There had been occasions where she had so much to do that she had brought in a second set of hands, only to have to quickly teach the basics of whatever procedure she needed to complete that day. Once they had Atticus hoisted up, Dorothy moved with them, attempting to do everything she could for their patient and she continued to administer the ox bag.

She just really hoped that Atticus pulled through - though she also couldn't help but wonder what had caused him to end up like this...

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin raised an eyebrow. She didn't like the idea of pretending everything was fine and that some pedophile hadn't just been staring at Lance. She would have been slightly more comfortable with the situation if the man had been staring at her - she was in the news a lot more than Lance was. It helped (or rather hurt) to have a famous attention obsessed mother who was willing to use Guin's emotional struggles for her five minutes in front of the cameras. But Lance? He kept a relatively low profile, with few knowing he was the son of the Hulk until he chose to introduce himself as Lance Banner.

"Are we really going to pretend that everything's fine?" Guin asked. "Because you know who does that? White people in horror movies - the ones that don't end up with everything being just fine!" she pointed out. "You know when else we acted like everything was fine? When Hammer started schmoozing Lance. And look how that turned out - we had to have a roller skating dance battle against killer poorly programmed robots!" Guin then crossed her arms. "I don't think we should just go riding rides if someone wants to hurt Lando."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@ihinka Could always get rid of the Cooking skill.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@ihinka You don't need English listed as a skill, but her other native languages will be skills.

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin nodded, but she didn't relax. In her opinion, it was actually more concerning that he appeared to be vaguely familiar to her father. "Please don't tell me we're about to live out the plot of the Incredibles and Mr. Mysterio is going to turn out to be some little kid you snubbed, now all grown up and back to haunt you," Guin muttered. It honestly wouldn't have even surprised her if that turned out to be the case. Her life had stopped being normal the day her father put on the Iron Man suit. She even had vague memories of a holographic solar system from when she was extremely little - whereas other kids would have just been given a small plushie. Nothing had ever been normal for her and she doubted it ever would be.

"...Wait, if that is someone that you fucked with back in the day, Pepper's right - we really out to start keeping a list of people you've pissed off, just in case they ever show up," Guin then added, not letting go of Lance's hand. She couldn't find the man in the crowd either, and had she been wearing her watch, she would have asked P.H.I.L. to get her camera feed. "Dad, can't you hack into the park's security cameras and run the guy's image through J.A.R.V.I.S.' database?"

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

@ihinka Alrighty then!

Dice have determined that she is a mutant.
Believe her age is off, as the RP takes place in August 2020
And lastly she is missing something under the anything else ^^
Jack of All Trades (Engineering) is also listed twice

Hooked on a Feeling

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Guinevere Stark

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Guin frowned, following Lance's gaze. The man's stare was unnerving and although Lance had said he was staring at the two of them, it looked more like he was focused on Lance to her. Guin instantly felt protective over Lance, though she figured it was possible the man recognized them from the incident at the Stark Expo. But then again, that didn't explain his obsessive stare. Guin bit her lip, taking Lance's hand before tugging a bit on Tony's arm.

"Dad, think we have a stalker situation," she mumbled so that way Tony's adoring fans couldn't hear. She knew he was enjoying the attention and eating it up - and she supposed that one day, she'd have to learn to deal with this if she was going to be the next owner of Stark Industries. She had seen the old reels and from what she could tell, her grandfather had enjoyed the attention as well. There were moments where she wondered if she was destined to turn into her father - and that Tony would slowly turn into his father in turn. "They seem interested in Lando..."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Beatrice Decker

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Location: Eden - Lower Lobby
Skills: Pistol, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Stamina

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Beatrice couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Thalia's apology to Alexander. There was a certain shade of irony to it - he was on bitch duty and yet, of the four there (excluding Gavin, who was off on his own thing), he was the only one that wasn't female. But then again, had she been placed with guard duty and Thalia called her job bitch duty, Beatrice would've been tempted to put one between Thalia's eyes. She wouldn't have done it, of course - but the thought definitely would have crossed her mind.

Beatrice was just a few steps behind Thalia and slightly to her left, holding her gun at the ready. Her intention was to be able to keep an eye on everything, including their backs. While they may have cleared a portion of the top floor, Beatrice was skeptical that this place wouldn't be without tricks. This had to be the last line of defense up here - and given that they had just come to this place for the first time, it wasn't out of the question to think that there'd be ways to sneak around them and surprise them. If there wasn't, it was hardly much of a fortress then. They still had only had one casualty so far against the entirety of Eden. Beatrice then smirked slightly, wondering how Ryan would have reacted to all of this.

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Arnco Mills Safehouse (E10)
Skills: N/A

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Jack shut his eyes, trying to get some sleep but it was hard. Whenever he let his mind wander and relax, it instantly went back to Tatiana. Rather than being excited about potential baby names, he would have just been over the moon to know that he was still going to have a baby. Tatiana could have named the baby Url and he wouldn't have cared. Of course, it wasn't just Tatiana his mind was thinking of - it was imagining her in a thousand different scenarios where he could have done something to save her...only he wasn't there. And even if Tatiana had survived the initial explosion - or whatever the official word was for the destruction of Newnan - there were a thousand dangers in this world.

He turned in his sleep slightly, somehow managing not to cry. He was living in hell and his angel was gone. He didn't know if he'd ever see her again and it was killing him. Part of him had half a mind to ask Ash to put him out of his misery if Tatiana didn't make it out of Newnan. It would have been, in some way, a service. One less mouth to feed. And Jack wasn't sure if he'd hold onto his sanity much longer. With the hallucinations of Sutton earlier...What if those were going to become the new normal? He let out a sigh, trying his best to fall into an uneasy sleep.