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@Hysoka
Hm.
I've no problem with your character besides the fact that...

dinosaur finds aren't found by major bounty hunters or treasure hunters because they travel to dangerous places, where they go unearth ancient ruins or something

They're found when a bunch of people get together in a desert somewhere, or a jungle somewhere, and slowly/meticulously unearth a giant section of earth- finding some bones here and there.

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@Drache
I wasn't aware we had a strict post order. I was simply referring to that unspoken rule of wait-two-posts-before-posting-again sort of thing- for someone else besides myself or Confuzzler to do somethin.

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I'm waitin for someone else to post.

Schooled in Magic

The trio of renowned tailors stared at her with something bordering on incredulity and offense. How dare this small, strange lady not know their names and their great works of art?! Who is she to not know who they are! The only reason they didn't burst into angry rambling is their host sorcerer's righthand servant glaring at them, and the knowledge that this strange foreign girl was very definitely foreign, and likely a somewhat uneducated peasant.

"We will have you know," thrusted their leader, as if her words were a battering ram of indignation, "That we are some of the Allied Lands most renowned designers!"

The lefthand side pitched in, "We are the true trendsetters! Whenever anyone wants to break the current trends and make an entirely new one, they come to us!"

The righthand added, "And with darling Sunder giving us enchanted fabrics and enchantments, we can make our styles however we want, and be strong enough to turn a sword!"

They all beamed at each other, so inflated they were with their own pride.

From the back, Priscilla coughed, catching their attentions.

"Sunder said to outfit her. Simply, no enchantments. Stop your babbling."

The three immediately grew sober, one paling slightly, before nodding their heads and silently scattering across the room. It took maybe ten minutes for them to take her measurements, and throw several steel blue robes at her, followed by two pairs of shoes.

One of them, as they ushered Priscilla and her charge out of the room, said, "Everything else will be provided by Whitehall, if you're going there." The second one handed Priscilla a fine cloth backpack, and they were out of the sobered tailor's clutches at last!

The tailor's doors shut with an unceremonious clang behind them.

Priscilla glanced at her charge, and asked, "Tailors are usually like that."

Turning around, still holding the pack, she stared down the singular long hallway- where before the tailor's room was set into the wall, this time it appeared to be at the end of the hallway. And, almost as casually as Priscilla took in the way the hallway had switched, she turned to their left and pushed her way through another doorway, emerging into another corridor. Like before, she started walking straight down it. Servants passed, going both directions, the destination behind each door changing every time it opened.

Turning to face Jazelle as they came to a courtyard of sorts, the walls rising for another six stories before the sky peeks through, she huffed somewhat.

"Alright, Jazelle. I was not instructed on anything else to do beyond the tailors, and until lunch, it appears that we have free time. I honestly expected the tailors to take longer; they are not usually so easily cowed. Do you have any ideas of what you wish to do?"

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Elena bypassed the airport's customs to the curious and mildly amused [and interested] gazes of several officials, the Masrani representative and U.S. Air Marshall hustling her to a waiting vehicle outside. They didn't really want her to be seen, considering what she was wearing, and the suspiciously shaped bundles thrown over her shoulder with her backpack. She did, in fact, look decidedly military, or more likely paramilitary, and her stance and posture told anyone who glanced that she was very excited.

Driving to the small port where they’d launch from, to start their mission, she turned to the US Air Marshall, who was on orders from both the US Government to clear her and ensure she didn’t encounter any trouble, armed as she was.

“Thanks Billy! It’s amazing what you spooks can do, getting all my stuff brought on a public flight without any problem at all. Ten out of ten, I’d say! Definitely would fly again. You’re not joining us on the island, are you? A shame, it’s gonna be great!”

She beamed at Air Marshall Travis Billard, causing the slightly younger, very definitely less experienced Marshal to actually blush. Nonetheless, he was exceedingly aware of the weapons that she casually carried, if hidden underneath a jacket, and her status as a former Marine. Crazy bastards, he thought. She wanted to travel to an island filled with man-eaters.

Pulling through crowds of the natives, the small airport-loaned van stopped to let her out on the curbside. The Masrani rep followed her out, the driver and the Marshall staying in the vehicle. They were going to be taking the Masrani back to the airport; the guy was just escorting her. Unlike the rest of them, this one was clearly uneasy at her presence, and was maybe fifty years old. Nonetheless, she kept pace with the rapidly-walking representative and stared curiously at everything. The smaller utility ferry, the loads of supplies, the few other people already assembled. She recognized the mission’s Masrani representative immediately, and began striding over to him. Her escort happily broke off and went to return home.

Stopping in front of the man- Tuvya, she recalled- and a couple of others, she stiffened, her face sobering.

“Hired Security Specialist Elena Berezina, reporting for the last dinosaur tour!” she said, voice serious and clear, devoid of emotion or accent. After a moment, she couldn’t resist smirking slightly, and adding, “I’m your resident mercenary!”

And, being the forward and outward person she was, she jutted out her hand, silently demanding to shake everyone’s hands, going around to all of them. She stared curiously at Meryl’s handcuffs, but said nothing. It didn’t matter to her, not really. She’d withhold judgement, and besides, she might have to place her life in any one of these people- better not to hold a grudge against anyone here.

“I’ve served with the Marines as a Navy Corpsman for just short a decade. We get attacked, I’m your girl!”

She grinned at them all, and shifted slightly underneath the weight of her gear. She couldn’t wait to get back in the field.

“So where should I put my stuff?”

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@Siaya Dragalorn
Sorry I haven't replied!
I never have any plans- what is there to do, anyhow?

Also, I have a post very nearly done, and you should have it tomorrow.

Annnnd timeskip, soon? Pls? xD I'm running out of things to write about with Sunder. Mayhaps they leave very soon, and we can say she's at Whitehall finally, where I can FINALLY introduce my main character?

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Appearance Image

Name: Elena Berezina Age: 30 and 1/2

Gender: Female Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 145 lbs.

Appearance:
A kind-hearted, pretty redheaded face atop a slim, average figure. Beneath the clothing, however, there is little fat; she's wiry and tough, almost entirely unmarred from her times overseas beyond her rough hands, a few hidden scars, and a steel and determination in an otherwise cheerful and curious stare. She's kinda short, and many wouldn't think she's a threat, but she's okay with it.

Primary Role: Security Secondary Role: Medic Has experience with: Computers

Equipment

If an item is preceded by the "-^-" symbol, that means that it is CONTAINED in the above ITEM.

• 2x Tropic Shemagh scarf (one worn around neck)
• Shoulder-slung .308 Tikka T3x Compact Marksman Rifle (Already loaded)
• 1x Green Light Tactical Vest
• -^- M1911A1, waterproofed, worn but cleaned
• -^- x4 .45 M1911 Magazines (One loaded), loaded with extremely potent G2 RIP rounds
• -^- Mounted on left shoulder, Combat Knife + scabbard
• -^- x4 .308 10Round magazines (lower)
• -^- x2 Hard plastic water bottles (in the place of assault rifle magazines)
• 2x Tropic-camo long-sleeved t-shirts (one worn by default)
• Green hunting backpack
• -^- 10x high-energy nutrient bars
• -^- 3x Hard plastic water bottles
• -^- 1x bottle of water purification tablets
• -^- 2x Small loaf of bread
• -^- 4x Package of beef jerky [spicyyyyy]
• -^- 'Hygenic' items
• -^- Coil of rope
• -^- 3x Apples
• -^- Satellite Phone
• -^- Smartphone
• -^- Portable battery/charger
• Worn family satchel bag
• -^- 2 rolls of gauze
• -^- 2 rolls of adhesive tape
• -^- 2 morphine injectors
• -^- 1 roll ducttape
• -^- 1 package of antiseptic wipes
• -^- Variety of painkillers
• -^- Sharp scissors
• -^- 4 pairs of latex gloves
• -^- 3 different types of tweezers
• -^- Small bottle of alcohol
• -^- Small gauze pads
• -^- Small selection of band-aids
• -^- 2 rolls of elastic bandages
• 1x Green tactical belt
• -^- Rightside, tactical tomahawk with handle slipped through a steel ring (See: onehanded axes in Skyrim)
• -^- Leftside, Tactical machete and scabbard
• 1x Olive green pocketed cargo pants (worn by default, filled with the following)
• -^- Flashlight, waterproof
• -^- 2 extra sets of batteries, waterproof
• -^- Leatherman Multitool
• -^- 2x Box of Matches, in a plastic bag
• -^- Small lighter, waterproof
• -^- 4x High-energy nutrient bars
• Olive hard-knuckle combat gloves
• Olive tactical knee pads
• 4x pairs of thick grey socks (one worn)
• Black combat boots

Background:
Elena was born and raised to be intelligent and upstanding, even as she became a tomboy. Born into a military-minded family, where her father served, and his father, and so on, ever since the Civil war, it's practically the family's lifeblood to go, serve America, and then start a family. Each generation saw a more or less identical set of children- two boys, or one boy and one girl. His father had a sister, who went on to become lawyer, while he worked for Lockheed Martin. Growing up, Elena found herself the older sister to the next in line for the Berezina military tradition.

However, her father wanted two boys- and, having failed in that, he decided to try and raise Elena to join in on the male's tradition of joining the military.

She blazed through school, failing to make top 10% but nonetheless being smart enough to hold her own, and blazed her way through university, graduating with a degree in Information Technology, before immediately enlisting to become a Navy Corpsman. Despite being well-behaved, if lively, during her school years, her gung-ho side revealed itself as she trained to become, in all intents and purposes, to become a Marine with Navy Medic training, not only becoming respected by the Marines that she trained with, served with, and later sometimes saved, but also talked about.

Eight years serving actively with the Marine Core all over the world, she was honorably discharged and went home. In an effort to get over the lack of action, of the total lack of exciting things, she set out to just DO things! She visited Jurassic World, and on that very day, everything went to hell.

It didn't take more than a day for her to sign up for the Masrani mission, after being contacted. It seems that one of the Marines she knew in her time had joined up, and recommended her.

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@cunfuzzler
Yo, can you review my app?

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@Drache
Boom, fixed

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Appearance Image

Name: Elena Berezina Age: 30 and 1/2

Gender: Female Height: 5' 6"

Weight: 145 lbs.

Appearance:
A kind-hearted, pretty redheaded face atop a slim, average figure. Beneath the clothing, however, there is little fat; she's wiry and tough, almost entirely unmarred from her times overseas beyond her rough hands, a few hidden scars, and a steel and determination in an otherwise cheerful and curious stare. She's kinda short, and many wouldn't think she's a threat, but she's okay with it.

Primary Role: Security Secondary Role: Medic Has experience with: Computers

Equipment

If an item is preceded by the "-^-" symbol, that means that it is CONTAINED in the above ITEM.

• 2x Tropic Shemagh scarf (one worn around neck)
• Shoulder-slung .308 Tikka T3x Compact Marksman Rifle (Already loaded)
• 1x Green Light Tactical Vest
• -^- M1911A1, waterproofed, worn but cleaned
• -^- x4 .45 M1911 Magazines (One loaded), loaded with extremely potent G2 RIP rounds
• -^- Mounted on left shoulder, Combat Knife + scabbard
• -^- x4 .308 10Round magazines (lower)
• -^- x2 Hard plastic water bottles (in the place of assault rifle magazines)
• 2x Tropic-camo long-sleeved t-shirts (one worn by default)
• Green hunting backpack
• -^- 10x high-energy nutrient bars
• -^- 3x Hard plastic water bottles
• -^- 1x bottle of water purification tablets
• -^- 2x Small loaf of bread
• -^- 4x Package of beef jerky [spicyyyyy]
• -^- 'Hygenic' items
• -^- Coil of rope
• -^- 3x Apples
• -^- Satellite Phone
• -^- Smartphone
• -^- Portable battery/charger
• Worn family satchel bag
• -^- 2 rolls of gauze
• -^- 2 rolls of adhesive tape
• -^- 2 morphine injectors
• -^- 1 roll ducttape
• -^- 1 package of antiseptic wipes
• -^- Variety of painkillers
• -^- Sharp scissors
• -^- 4 pairs of latex gloves
• -^- 3 different types of tweezers
• -^- Small bottle of alcohol
• -^- Small gauze pads
• -^- Small selection of band-aids
• -^- 2 rolls of elastic bandages
• 1x Green tactical belt
• -^- Rightside, tactical tomahawk with handle slipped through a steel ring (See: onehanded axes in Skyrim)
• -^- Leftside, Tactical machete and scabbard
• 1x Olive green pocketed cargo pants (worn by default, filled with the following)
• -^- Flashlight, waterproof
• -^- 2 extra sets of batteries, waterproof
• -^- Leatherman Multitool
• -^- 2x Box of Matches, in a plastic bag
• -^- Small lighter, waterproof
• -^- 4x High-energy nutrient bars
• Olive hard-knuckle combat gloves
• Olive tactical knee pads
• 4x pairs of thick grey socks (one worn)
• Black combat boots

Background:
Elena was born and raised to be intelligent and upstanding, even as she became a tomboy. Born into a military-minded family, where her father served, and his father, and so on, ever since the Civil war, it's practically the family's lifeblood to go, serve America, and then start a family. Each generation saw a more or less identical set of children- two boys, or one boy and one girl. His father had a sister, who went on to become lawyer, while he worked for Lockheed Martin. Growing up, Elena found herself the older sister to the next in line for the Berezina military tradition.

However, her father wanted two boys- and, having failed in that, he decided to try and raise Elena to join in on the male's tradition of joining the military.

She blazed through school, failing to make top 10% but nonetheless being smart enough to hold her own, and blazed her way through university, graduating with a degree in Information Technology, before immediately enlisting to become a Navy Corpsman. Despite being well-behaved, if lively, during her school years, her gung-ho side revealed itself as she trained to become, in all intents and purposes, to become a Marine with Navy Medic training, not only becoming respected by the Marines that she trained with, served with, and later sometimes saved, but also talked about.

Eight years serving actively with the Marine Core all over the world, she was honorably discharged and went home. In an effort to get over the lack of action, of the total lack of exciting things, she set out to just DO things! She visited Jurassic World, and on that very day, everything went to hell.

It didn't take more than a day for her to sign up for the Masrani mission, after being contacted. It seems that one of the Marines she knew in her time had joined up, and recommended her.