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I've got a post for Oliver, I think I'll get to what Alice is up to tomorrow =)
@FallenTrinity I hope you don't mind Oliver being attacked by the awkwards and introducing himself to your character rather abruptly? He's just a bit out of it at the moment...
@FallenTrinity I hope you don't mind Oliver being attacked by the awkwards and introducing himself to your character rather abruptly? He's just a bit out of it at the moment...
Oliver
Oliver was alone, completely alone, and that was bad. He scanned the room wildly, where was she, and how could she have moved without him noticing? He internally kicked himself, wringing his hands in frustration. Alice would never wander off alone, the entire time he’d known her she’d stuck to his side like glue, barely uttering a word to anyone except him, this wasn’t like her, unless… no. He couldn’t allow himself to go there. This place was safe, he’d promised her they’d be okay here, and when it came to Alice, a promise wasn’t something he’d ever taken lightly. After a split second decision, he got to his feet and headed towards the door, maybe she was outside?
The door was heavy, but he got it open, flinching slightly at the sudden onslaught of noise and light. It’d had been a long time, almost three months, since he’d been anywhere similar, and in truth, he kind of missed it. Taking a moment to orient himself, he quickly conducted a visual search of the grounds. There were all sorts of people; a girl with a pink umbrella who appeared to be being attacked by a chicken, an extremely tall man who was apparently both shirtless and incredibly muscular, a rather large number of limousines parked outside the school gates, but no Alice.
He bit down on his tongue to avoid crying out in frustration. This was getting worse by the second, and showed no signs of getting any better. Any one of these hundreds of people could have taken her, and it was so busy, nobody would have noticed. Incredibly tense, Oliver once more examined the surroundings. Nothing stood out as being overtly suspicious, but he could have easily missed something, especially seeing as he was nowhere near as powerful as most attendees of the school.
“Excuse me?”
Oliver nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of a dull monotone voice. He whipped round to see a teacher, standing there looking concerned.
“Sorry,” he mumbled quietly, “I didn’t see you there…”
She smiled in a warm, welcoming way that gave Oliver the creeps, before speaking, ”That’s quite all right, it seems you just missed the welcome speech by Madam P, telling the students about the welcome feast in two hours, also, I have room numbers,”” she handed him a slip of paper with his room number on, and a key, before turning to walk away.
“Wait!” Oliver called, suddenly thinking of something, “I need to find my friend, Alice, she disappeared earlier!”
The teacher’s expression faltered for a moment, before she replied, “I’m sure she’s fine. If she doesn’t turn up at the welcome feast, you should let somebody know, until then, I suggest you take your bag to your room and try to get settled in. Your friend probably just needed some space.”
Oliver hesitated, before nodding. She was probably right, Alice probably needed time to unwind; he did have a tendency to be rather overbearing. He adjusted the straps of his backpack, before heading towards the dorms, a vaguely uneasy feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
Oliver barely noticed the fact that the door to the room was open when he walked in and dumped his rucksack on the available bed and sat. The room was spacious, and sparsely decorated, except for the possessions its other inhabitant, a man with long hair, a suit, and fascinating eyes. Also, snake. Oliver blinked a couple of times, only just noticing his presence, before quickly jumping to his feet again,
“Sorry!” he exclaimed, uncharacteristically loudly, “I didn’t notice you, I guess I’m pretty stressed out at the moment,” he flashed a smile that tried to be charming but came out sheepish, attempting to slip back into the persona he’d abandoned months ago, “I’m Oliver, and, err, I guess we’re roommates?” he offered a hand to shake, “Sorry, I’m not usually this awkward…”
Wow, there's must be some kind of post-splosion! I better get started on something quick =P
@Vulkan I filled out a CS, if you need me to make any changes, let me know =)
Name: Olivia (generally shortened to Liv) Brent.
Age: 21
Faction: She has tenuous links with The Lost, but has been known to work with just about anyone willing to pay.
Gender: Female
Appearance: At first glance, Liv does not appear physically intimidating; with a short stature (just over 5ft), her father’s slender facial structure, and white-blond flyaway hair, she looks like she’d blow away in a strong breeze. However, her tendency to wear excessively baggy hoodies hides the fact that she’s actually quite muscular, and carrying some sort of weapon.
Nationality: She has both Icelandic and English heritage.
Personality: Liv was born a fighter, and will probably die one. Her moral compass tends to skew in the direction that is most likely to help her (and possibly the few people she calls friends) survive the longest, and she’s accustomed to giving everything she’s got just to live another day. She has little patience for people she perceives to be incompetent or having given up, and doesn’t hesitate to make her grievances known, which can make her seem callous and difficult to get along with at first. However, anyone who takes the time to get to know her will soon discover a deep seated optimism that things can, and will, get better, and if she can just endure a little while longer, she’ll live to see the day that they do.
Equipment: She carries at least one knife on her at all times, that number is usually closer to five or six though, and she also has a small pistol that she is adept at concealing. She usually has a first aid kit containing a few essentials like bandages, painkillers, antiseptic, and one of those shiny foil thermal blankets. If she’s going to be away from her small bedsit for longer than a day or two, she carries a tatty old black backpack with a spare change of clothes, and sometimes supplies such as food or water, depending on what she’s doing. Due to her line of work, she sometimes also carries a small cassette recorder that she can keep in her pocket.
Skills: As a child, Liv spent a lot of time getting into scraps with opponents who were bigger, stronger, and older than she was. Of course, she spent a lot of the time getting beaten to a pulp (much to her parents’ disdain), but she also got a lot of experience. As she matured, she learnt how to fight smart, and figured out that her greatest asset was her speed and knowledge of how to hit people where it hurts. As she got older, she sought out the tutelage of more experienced combatants, and refined her skills further, also learning how to fight with melee weapons and guns. The fact that she is still relatively young, and hasn’t received any kind of steady/professional training may put her at a disadvantage, but she has a lot of potential in this area.
Liv also has fairly decent information gathering skills, something she picked up on the job. Whilst not the best (or most expensive) PI around, Liv can find information quite quickly, and has numerous connections to the criminal underbelly, mostly people who knew her growing up.
Due to her impoverished upbringing, Liv also learnt how to make resources go further. Before she died, her mother made sure to ensure her daughter had at least a rudimentary knowledge of how to cook something out of nothing, and get the most out of a pair of shoes or piece of clothing.
History: Liv’s life started out in much the same way as a lot of people in the city; her mother, heavily pregnant and completely alone, fled to one of the poorest areas to have and raise her child alone. Still baring the scars of an abusive marriage, life was tough and unforgiving, and when the baby came along, it got worse. From an early age, Liv got used to looking after herself whilst her mother worked (she had about five different jobs), and like many children in the neighbourhood, she spent more time playing outside of their cramped grotty bedsit than living in it. Liv started to work unofficially around the time she was ten, generally just relaying messages discretely, but sometimes delivering ‘packages’ and other odd jobs for the numerous shady characters who operated in her area.
By the time Liv was sixteen, she had a steady job waitressing at a local café (the owner of which was teaching her how to read and write, and a variety of other academic subjects), and several other ‘side jobs’. She was, however, the only person bringing home a decent wage, as her mother was disabled by an illness that would have been diagnosed as major depressive disorder if they’d been able to afford a doctor. They struggled, and even though there wasn’t always food on the table, they managed. That is, until tragedy struck, and Liv came home to find her mother dead, having taken her own life.
Other: Liv stayed near the area she grew up in, but she now rents a different grotty bedsit, which she operates out of. She’ll generally take any kind of job that pays well, and has worked as a mercenary, a contract killer, and a courier, but most frequently she finds herself working as a PI, finding blackmail material and whether people’s partners have cheated or not.
Age: 21
Faction: She has tenuous links with The Lost, but has been known to work with just about anyone willing to pay.
Gender: Female
Appearance: At first glance, Liv does not appear physically intimidating; with a short stature (just over 5ft), her father’s slender facial structure, and white-blond flyaway hair, she looks like she’d blow away in a strong breeze. However, her tendency to wear excessively baggy hoodies hides the fact that she’s actually quite muscular, and carrying some sort of weapon.
Nationality: She has both Icelandic and English heritage.
Personality: Liv was born a fighter, and will probably die one. Her moral compass tends to skew in the direction that is most likely to help her (and possibly the few people she calls friends) survive the longest, and she’s accustomed to giving everything she’s got just to live another day. She has little patience for people she perceives to be incompetent or having given up, and doesn’t hesitate to make her grievances known, which can make her seem callous and difficult to get along with at first. However, anyone who takes the time to get to know her will soon discover a deep seated optimism that things can, and will, get better, and if she can just endure a little while longer, she’ll live to see the day that they do.
Equipment: She carries at least one knife on her at all times, that number is usually closer to five or six though, and she also has a small pistol that she is adept at concealing. She usually has a first aid kit containing a few essentials like bandages, painkillers, antiseptic, and one of those shiny foil thermal blankets. If she’s going to be away from her small bedsit for longer than a day or two, she carries a tatty old black backpack with a spare change of clothes, and sometimes supplies such as food or water, depending on what she’s doing. Due to her line of work, she sometimes also carries a small cassette recorder that she can keep in her pocket.
Skills: As a child, Liv spent a lot of time getting into scraps with opponents who were bigger, stronger, and older than she was. Of course, she spent a lot of the time getting beaten to a pulp (much to her parents’ disdain), but she also got a lot of experience. As she matured, she learnt how to fight smart, and figured out that her greatest asset was her speed and knowledge of how to hit people where it hurts. As she got older, she sought out the tutelage of more experienced combatants, and refined her skills further, also learning how to fight with melee weapons and guns. The fact that she is still relatively young, and hasn’t received any kind of steady/professional training may put her at a disadvantage, but she has a lot of potential in this area.
Liv also has fairly decent information gathering skills, something she picked up on the job. Whilst not the best (or most expensive) PI around, Liv can find information quite quickly, and has numerous connections to the criminal underbelly, mostly people who knew her growing up.
Due to her impoverished upbringing, Liv also learnt how to make resources go further. Before she died, her mother made sure to ensure her daughter had at least a rudimentary knowledge of how to cook something out of nothing, and get the most out of a pair of shoes or piece of clothing.
History: Liv’s life started out in much the same way as a lot of people in the city; her mother, heavily pregnant and completely alone, fled to one of the poorest areas to have and raise her child alone. Still baring the scars of an abusive marriage, life was tough and unforgiving, and when the baby came along, it got worse. From an early age, Liv got used to looking after herself whilst her mother worked (she had about five different jobs), and like many children in the neighbourhood, she spent more time playing outside of their cramped grotty bedsit than living in it. Liv started to work unofficially around the time she was ten, generally just relaying messages discretely, but sometimes delivering ‘packages’ and other odd jobs for the numerous shady characters who operated in her area.
By the time Liv was sixteen, she had a steady job waitressing at a local café (the owner of which was teaching her how to read and write, and a variety of other academic subjects), and several other ‘side jobs’. She was, however, the only person bringing home a decent wage, as her mother was disabled by an illness that would have been diagnosed as major depressive disorder if they’d been able to afford a doctor. They struggled, and even though there wasn’t always food on the table, they managed. That is, until tragedy struck, and Liv came home to find her mother dead, having taken her own life.
Other: Liv stayed near the area she grew up in, but she now rents a different grotty bedsit, which she operates out of. She’ll generally take any kind of job that pays well, and has worked as a mercenary, a contract killer, and a courier, but most frequently she finds herself working as a PI, finding blackmail material and whether people’s partners have cheated or not.
@Vulkan Thanks, that's super helpful =) I have an idea for a character, so I'll get working on a CS now =)
Yay, it's up! =D
I was wondering if you could give us any more information on the scouts who go looking for technology, e.g. are they employed by someone, or do they just sell the stuff they find, also, what kind of skill level is required to survive in the wilderness?
I was wondering if you could give us any more information on the scouts who go looking for technology, e.g. are they employed by someone, or do they just sell the stuff they find, also, what kind of skill level is required to survive in the wilderness?
@Obscene Symphony I can't speak from experience, but I guess that makes sense =) Still looking forward to see where this goes, there's a lot of interesting stuff going on already =)
@Obscene SymphonyIf that's the 'worst post you've ever written', then 'better' must be pretty amazing! =)
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