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In Stolen Legacy → 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kiera Whitman


"Then what good are you?" Kiera mumbled, only glancing at the flexing bot before carrying on.

Kiera was quite relieved that the landscape changed from that a waist deep marshy bog to just a muddy forest. For awhile only the rattle of Kiera's equipment, the pattering of rain, and Kiera's own breathing were the only sounds to reach her ears, making for a rather eerie experience through a forest that should have been filled with the calls of animals. It wasn't until Hubert beamed to life with his discovery of some curiosity.

Kiera turned to her companion, following him over to the luminescent plant. She tapped the side of her helmet to lift her face guard, allowing her study the plant with her naked eyes. Strange, Kiera thought as Hubert ran his diagnostics on the plant. The way his wording was composed made Kiera think that this plant may have been introduced through a foreign means. Accidental or possibly on purpose. Theories and speculation circled through the lass's head as she considered the plant before her. Was it significant? She didn't really care about being some pioneer discoverer but there was a chance that this plant may be somehow related the Legacy. How, she did not know but if this planet was noted as having some importance then there would have to something unusual about it. This plant was the first sign of something unusual.

While still making up her mind, her companion called her attention again. Kiera turned and followed the her companions eastward attention, finding a large quadruped. The size alone was enough to convince the lass that this thing could be dangerous, what's more is that there wasn't just one. She caught the movement of two more in her peripherals, betting that there might have been more as well.

Hubert was on the spot with his analysis which Kiera was thankful for. It allowed her to better understand the situation. "Right. No sudden movements." Kiera's voice wavered as she gulped down a feeling a fear caused by the intimidating size and number of these things. In truth, she probably could confidently handle these creatures but without knowing the extent of their strength or numbers, it was hard to be confident.

While she wanted to just respect the territory of these creatures and give them their space, the plant was a an anomaly she shouldn't pass up on. "Hubert. I'm going to cut the plant slowly. Hopefully it doesn't provoke these things." Her voice sounded more sure as she took a step back, towards the plant. Slowly she reached back and grabbed the blade that was secured to horizontally in a sheathe across her waist, drawing it slowly and carefully out from its protective covering. Then carefully she stepped around, putting the plant in between her and the alpha creature allowing her to both keep her eyes towards the creature and safely cut a section of the plant off.

She did so and clutched the sample tightly in her hand. " Alright. Got it. Let's just take a few paces west and continue towards the mark. Alright?"

And that's Kiera had planned to do. Once she was sure they had given those animals their space, she'd offer the sample up to Hubert to either further identify the material or she'd secure it in a small vacuum sealed tubing for later.
In Stolen Legacy → 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kiera Whitman


Waist deep in a stew of shit. This was the best living metaphor that has been Kiera Whitman's ever since receiving her father's will.

The question of "Why bother?" came up multiple times in the past six months since this whole laborious mission started. A mission that Kiera had privately considered one last backhand from her deceased father. Every day with no success in form of progression in finding this damned Legacy had Kiera's mind think of a new way her father was laughing at her. Some days it was just a chuckle, on rougher days it felt like he was in the room, laughing to tears. Even her father's voice varied as she hardly had a memory of him at all, leaving his voice and especially his laugh up to her imagination.

Still, despite the low morale, Kiera never did find the resolve to quit. She felt like she should have and had convinced herself multiple times that she was done but the fangs of guilt would sink into her if she left the Legacy to become some lost pipe dream. Nobody in the world cared, or maybe even knew, about what Kiera was doing but she somehow didn't need any convincing to keep pursuing leads. Did she really respect her father's last wishes this much? Did she love him even though he had no impact on Kiera's life? It sure as hell didn't feel like curiosity or some twisted sense of greed to profit from this. So what the hell was keeping her going?

The closest she actually came to quitting the chase came just before her last lead. An accidental revelation that some bumfuck planet, NG-449, was a location of interest and something at least worth a visit. Maybe after this lead would inevitable produce nothing, Kiera could finally quit this cruel crusade requested by her absentee father.

Despite the readings of a safe atmosphere and no obscure anomalies, Kiera suited up in her full EVA suit anyway. If there was one thing she learned from her experiences Homesteading, it was that anything could happen on a foreign planet. Odd it was to have such a technically livable planet to be devoid of an sapient life. Though it wasn't unusual for something to not evolve to that state, it was unusual that there had been no colonization effort recorded. An abundance of rain wasn't problematic for colonies, it might even be a good thing. Not that every planet had to be colonized but Kiera aired on the side of suspicion here. Something about this planet was off. Other than being forced to wade through a bog.

"No threats detected my ass, Hubert. I'm waist deep in shit. Any deeper and this would have been like quicksand!" Kiera's complained, her voice still with the speaker echo with her helmet still down. "And you're a butt who didn't warn me about the bog, which is definitely more of a threat to my existence." Kiera's voice sounded through her speaker again.

Hubert. What an ass. Kiera was convinced this was just another way for her rotting father to have a laugh at his only spawn. The bright side was that at least it wasn't boring.

"Right. I'm not worried. I'll just have you clean it off later." Kiera's turn for sarcasm. They both knew Hubert wasn't going to clean her suit.

Kiera took a few steps, each proving to be quite intensive and involved already through this dense mud. "I hope we're close, otherwise you'll have to carry me." Kiera said, glancing down at the mud before looking North. It might be a long haul. She pressed on...
In Stolen Legacy → 9 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kiera Whitman

Age: 26 Years
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Personality:

Due to lack of stability in Kiera's childhood, there is a foundation of hesitation, awkward introversion, and general elusiveness. She never did make any lasting friendships and was considered quite the loner, even later in life when she did finally make some more deeper friendships she remains non-committal and almost uncaring to those friendships, expecting to move at from them at any time. Kiera's approach to life is best described as a sort of passing optimist but isn't necessarily the type to quit early. With her motivations starting at positive thought to eventually decaying to just wanting something to end if it just keeps going wrong.


History:

Kiera's father made a choice to pursue his career and it was quite possible that having a family was a mistake he made, an accident that came from a moment of weakness. There was no denying his urges and with a rather attractive waitress, Kiera's father let himself go with the flow once, only to knock that waitress up. Maybe it was guilt but possibly real love, Kiera's father married that waitress who would soon bore his only child, Kiera.

Since birth, Kiera had experienced an unstable lifestyle with her family constantly moving around trying to get ahead of.. something. At the time, Kiera had no idea why her and her mother could never settle down and why her father was frequently away on work trips. It was only later in life did she discover that her mother was only trying to keep up with her husband's job. He was the figure head for cutting edge science, pulled between research labs, sites, and planetary bodies. This constant shift was only one of the costs for displaying such brilliance and leadership. He'd later discover that success wasn't meant to be everything.

The fire of Kiera's parents relationship died rather swiftly following their daughter's birth, with work apparently becoming so pressing that Kiera might get lucky to see her father one day a month. The attempts by Kiera's mother to move the family closer to the labs and research sites did little to encourage her husband to return home. So the natural attraction faded and the two split with Kiera going with her mother. Money was always sent to support them but Kiera would never see her father again.

The two of them, Kiera and her mother, finally settled in a relatively new sector of habitation by humanity. There, Kiera would experience her high school years and as per requirement for some distant planets, mandatory military service was required of all citizens. A year of training and exercises would lead to two additional years of non-combatant service would provide a rather solid skillset to Kiera's later occuption: Homesteading.

When a new habitable planet was discovered, security teams are sent into ensure the planet's safety. Once the all clear was given, a small number of colonist would establish outputs, mostly resource gathering and processing sites. Once things stabilize, the planet was clear for all numbers of new colonists and it was at this point Kiera and other Homesteaders would arrive to help establish these new colonists. It had its dangers but not enough to be particularly problematic. The career required a wide skillset beside combat as construction, planning, and all other aspects of developing a new world came into play in one form or another.

While Kiera was off on her own, both her parents would pass away. Her mother first in a freak accident that involved the power grid hay-wiring and exploding her apartment block. Her father might have been expected to attend the funeral but from the news and rumors, he had quite the controversy surrounding him. Unethical experiments, taking all credit for discoveries, and so on. So Kiera had always wanted to believe he stayed away to avoid staining Kiera's reputation, but even on the best of day's she couldn't really convince herself that her father actually cared for her. Speaking of which, her father's death was much more mysterious than her mother's. There was no announcement, no indication of his passing aside from a will that arrived one day by private courier. Inside was a long, explained letter of everything, his mistakes, confessing his reasoning, his love, but also contained in that letter was his request: Find my Legacy.

Vague instructions were Kiera's only clue and according the letter, no one could be trusted, but she wasn't left empty handed. A rare psionic implant, her father's own handiwork it seemed, a sum of money, and a small drone were provided to help in this sudden quest.


Equipment:




Spaceship:



Psionics:
Telekinesis:
Use your mind to retrieve distant objects and interact with devices in sight. By using the motion of lifting with one hand, the mind can visualize and then psionically lift or move that object.
Currently: Weight limit of a hundred pounds. Range of 10m. One object.

Superthermal:
Rapidly heat molecules to form a hot plasma, capable of even melting metals. As opposed to the "cone of cold", Superthermal occurs at spontaneously at the spot where the Psion's mind focuses. Range is similar to that of Telepathy.
Currently:Kiera is capable of only lighting some materials on fire by raising the temperatures up to 100*C.

Superfreeze:
Rapidly cool and condense molecules to low molecular activity, possibly absolute zero. Starts with one molecule before expanding outward. In popular fiction works, this is essentially an ice blast, "cone of cold" or whatever your preferred name is.
Currently:Kiera can only freeze a cone of reaching 1m starting from her palm out. The temperature of her blast is recorded at -20*C.

Gravity Surge:
Essentially super condensing molecules for a brief moment to create a sort of miniature black hole to pull objects towards the dense sphere. Objects pulled into the sphere are ripped apart. Hard to maintain and risks pulling the Psion user in as well.
Currently: Kiera can only condense a small 1 cm x 1 cm orb with a 10 m weak pull range.


In My Hero Academia: Evolution → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Inkarnate

Yes. I will post. Hopefully this weekend? I'm still interested.
In Pokémon: Start → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@PlatinumSkink

Holiday and school craziness x.x
In Naruto: Revival → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Kyoka Haizenberuku


Surely a member part of such an organization like the Yomigaeri, had more ambition than being a blacksmith. No matter how notorious he became for his craft, Kyoka doubted he'd be respected beyond the craft. It is why Kyoka had much higher ambition than just her craft...

"Just a man of yer craft, huh..." There was skepticism in the young chemist's voice. Kyoka opened her mouth to try and press the man for further information, considering her words for a moment, but found Rumia's aggressive progression of their twisted foreplay to be quite prohibitive. From Kyoka's experience, it was always a rare and exciting treat to experience the few times Rumia took the dominant role in their romance. It was the surprise and suspense of what her dimwitted cousin could come up with that made it exciting, and this sudden maneuver was certainly surprising. What's more, Kyoka believed that Rumia was caught up in the moment and was willing to take her right here, right now! In front of the Blacksmith! In spite of the battle! Oooh Kyoka's cheeks burned brightly as her body tensed in anticipation. To think her battle-lusting Rumia would take her right now, showing that her pleasure was more important than battle she craved! Closing her eyes, she waited ...

No. No! Kyoka screamed internally as she felt Rumia's fingers pull away. She looked lost, dejected, as she reached after Rumia's hand, stopping herself as she realized what Rumia used her for. A stewing anger replaced her sadness, as it was her turn to glare at her cousin. Kyoka looked clearly annoyed by being shrugged off so easily, but she did consider that if this was all some surprising calculated ploy to make her want Rumia more, even though it was highly unlikely Rumia could outwit Kyoka in such a manner.

Kyoka would leave that for now, after all, the Blacksmith was still present. "N' is yer colleague worthy? Say if he were gonna lose today? What den?" Kyoka asked, only now removing her glare from Rumia and turning fully to the Blacksmith. "More importantly, I reckon I can prove my worth to yer. Yer just gotta give me a chance."
In The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Throne of Bones
The Undertaker and The Ghoul


It had been maybe an hour or so since Sheriff Hobbs sent his deputy out to try and collect some volunteers for the undertaker's investigation. In that time, Jeremiah took plenty of new complaints, most went ignored as his staff were stretched so terribly thin. It was making the young sheriff quite unpopular but what more could he do? This isn't what he signed up for and having this responsibility fall on him was unfair, and yet.. it felt like he was making a difference. Perhaps it was his youthful arrogance but this town is slowly figuring out how to manage. Then again... it has only been a week.

Jeremiah stepped away to relieve himself and for a bit of fresh air, returning to his office to find two new visitors. Complaints? No. One had a bit more robust appearance while the other... well let's just say he was younger than Jeremiah and didn't quite like the look of his cut. "'Cuse me boys." Jeremiah interuptted whatever conversation they were having as he passed by them to reach his desk. A half ironic word choice considering he was probably right in between their respective ages but he did have authority. "What do you fellas want?" Jeremiah asked curtly, half paying attention as he found his chair and dug into the one of his drawers from some chewing tobacco.

Sticking a dab of fresh tobacco in and tossing the can of chew aside, he leaned back in his chair to take stock of the two in front of him. The way these boys were outfitted made the sheriff remember about the undertaker's situation. "Oh. The undertaker's contract. Jeremiah leaned further back in his chair, so much so that he caught himself before falling back. Slightly embarrassed he leaned forward, turning to spit in the spittoon that sat by his desk. "You know where the graveyard is? The undertaker is there, having a whole mess of trouble with some graverobbers. I ain't gonna lie to you, the whole thing reeks of something unusual. A hundred bodies, dug up, and bones taken without a bump in the night. Undertaker says he's never seen anything like it and I bet'cha it goes beyond some superstition. So the job will be dangerous and I ain't trying to scare ya away, just leveling with ya. John is a good man but some say his head went south after.. well never mind. Anyway, if you boys are gonna take him up, I'm sure he'd appreciate the extra manpower."

Jeremiah turned and spat a bit more tobacco into his spittoon. "If you don't know where the cemetery is, just look for the bell tower of the church, or more specifically, the billowing tower of smoke. Best cover your noises." Jeremiah gave them both a wink. Sometime ago, John had started that mound of bodies on fire. The smoke could be seen well off for awhile now and the stink of bodies burning was driving quite a few from prayer in church.
In The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Graves dug up? Corpses defiled? Bones missing? Who would do such a thing?
In The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Throne of Bones
The Undertaker and The Ghoul

"What in God's name..?" The sheriff of Wichita, Jeremiah Hobbs, had begun but did not find the words to finish. John Hardin, the undertaker of Wichita, was patient with the young man. After all, it was easy to understand that Jeremiah was only a deputy sheriff up until last week when one of those werebeasts mauled the previous sheriff in his sleep. A damn shame that... Jeremiah wasn't ready for the mantle of leadership, but that's what he was stuck with. Oddly enough, he was voted in by his fellow lawmen so there was a sign of leadership, or so John had believed. Whether or not that was true, it didn't matter was even the previous sheriff might have had a hard time believing the sight before him.

Every grave in the Wichita cemetery had been dug up and the bodies dragged out of their graves. Now burying the dead was no small feat in the Weeping Winter. As temperatures fluctuated, snow would melt and then freeze becoming ice, leading to layers of ice packing upon itself. Getting through that was tough but nothing compared to the frozen dirt underneath. So for all these graves to have been dug up in one night, meant this was a serious undertaking by someone or something but John wasn't going to alarm the sheriff any more than he had to. The sight of the bodies was enough.

Now with the usual graverobbery, the casket is broken into and the valuables pulled. Most folks don't like to touch the bodies too much, but this was at another level. Each body was taken from their grave and seemingly operated on in some sort of staging area. Chunks of muscle, flesh, and frozen blood of the fresher dead were a sign of this area. Once the bodies were operated on, they were tossed in a pile. It didn't take too long to figure out what the graverobbers were after. Bones. Not a single bone was left behind in this graveyard. This motive had struck John as rather unusual. This ruled out some necromancy thing or mortal punishing thing, at least he thought so. If the bones had been left in, then the dead could be raised but removal made them nothing more than useless husks. What is more is that the jewelry and valuables that were buried with the dead were also taken. Greed was at least one of the motives or maybe the motives of the hired men? It was a tricky situation that John had no answers to.

"I need some men to help me get to the bottom of this, Jeremiah. This ain't sitting right with me, and I ain't just talking about the defiled graves. With all this shit going on, I wouldn't rule out anything from your nightmares." John's voice was surprisingly calm but his tone, stern to help convey the potential danger of this situation. Jeremiah took a gulp, still looking around before his attention snapped to the sudden presence by his side. "Oh fuck!" The sheriff cursed, jumping back into John as he scrambled for his gun. John caught him and gently eased him down. "Shh.. It's alright." John's voice was soothing but more directed at his companion as he stared down at his silent stalker. Her green eyes focused on him for a second, another second on the sheriff, before turning to forward to stare at the corpse pile. The sheriff's reaction was quite normal when taking in the undertaker's unexpected companion. Daisy Addams was a girl and no more than 12 years old when she passed away. Her corpse was barely cold before those glowing green eyes opened.

Jeremiah managed to collect himself, but opted to put John in between himself and the ghoul child. "Dammit. I don't know why you keep company with that thing. It ain't right. You're supposed to put the dead down. Not keep them. I-" John raised his hand, motioning for the sheriff to stop. "Don't worry about the company I keep. Just tell me if you can help." Jeremiah took a deep breath as if he were leading into bad news. "I'm strapped, John. I can't spare a soul. Sorry there ain't anything I can do for you." Maybe it was John's sullen, sunken expression or maybe Jeremiah caught the defensive glare of Daisy. "Err.. but maybe I can send some volunteers your way. I'll put the word out but no promises. I don't reckon many folks will be wanting to find out where... this leads to."

John nodded and thanked the sheriff for the support. Many types of people had been stepping up in this time of crisis but the undertaker had his doubts. He was expecting it'd just be him and Daisy on this one...

Jeremiah Hobbs left the undertaker to sort through his problem and returned to his office. He felt short staffed as it was and just had a bad feeling about whatever the undertaker wanted to chase. However, he was a man of his word and ordered one of his deputies to put the word out. A few posters were printed and the deputy asked around, directing anyone interested in helping should seek the undertaker out immediately.
In The Savage West: Horrors of the Frontier → 9 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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