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Mass Effect: Insurrection

Clara Fortia

Clara Fortia

Age:31
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Class: Soldier
Weapons:

-M-76 Revenant MK2
-M-6 Carnifex
-Chakram Launcher

Equipment:

-Omni-tool
-Medi-gel
-First-aid kit
-Cybernetic limbs
-Guardian Combat Shield
-Armax Arsenal - Predator H Armor
-Ammo powers: Armor piercing, distruptor, cryo, explosive

Abilities/Powers:

-Adrenaline rush
-Fortified defensive barrier generator
-Concussive Shot
-Turbocharge

History: Clare doesn't know her parents. She was raised in an orphanage. Her parents gave up on her right after she was born. She doesn't judge them anymore. She doesn't know what their situation was after all. Maybe they couldn't afford to raise her, maybe it was for herself to live a better life than what they can give her. She has no idea because despite being 31 she never one even got a hint of their origin. As a child she tried to search for them, but eventually stopped because she didn't want to poke at the sleeping dogs. Maybe it was for the better to not find them, how can she ask them why they give her up and how will they be able to look at her? Thus she grew up in the institution. She was a bright smart kid, but beyond all, she was energetic. Since young age she excelled at physical activities.

As she grew up and went to school, eventually she was given a few different choices for her future. There was the possibility to continue studying and go after some desk career or she can go to hte military academy and join the Alliance. She chose the Alliance it gave the better future for a nobody like her and frankly it beat the hell out of sitting doing a menial desk job for god knows how long only to be slowly raised at better position if at all. Besides she didn't like studying as much. Thus she joined the Military Academy and god damn well excelled at it. She had the makings of a soldier and her teachers noticed it quite early on. She soaked all training and knowledge they gave her like a spundge. Finally she gratuated and did a single year in the Alliance before she was given another proposition. She was an excellent recruit that was true, but they had better place for her. She was then given the choice and with agreement from her was assigned to a Black Ops unit that officially didn't exist in the Alliance. They were not the N7 or the regular Alliance military. They were sent to places where no official action could be taken, places where things had to be swept under hte rug with complete deniability. If they screwed the mission they were going to be given up on by the Alliance. After all their unit didn't exist.

Being in the black ops isn't really a glorious way of life. She had changed more than a few colleagues who got killed on job. She had terminated a few herself for going rogue. All the things she lived through could be seen on her body. She lost all four of her limbs in a manner or another. From an IED that took her left arm, to a pair sliding fans that took her legs when they activated while she was at a ventshaft and even her right hand which was taken after it was torn from her body by a krogan. She's only alive due to her sheer luck. It's her nickname actually the Devil's mistress. Because she probably hooked with the devil to get his luck. Finally at the age of 31 she finally retired from service after more than decade in service to the unofficial Alliance. She was discharged with honors, given a medal for being injured in the line of duty multiple times and all that jazz.

Now she lived a calm life, got herself a small place on the Citadel weirdly enough. It's nothing special, but it's home.

Personality: Clara is generally a friendly person though she can be really mean and vindictive when it comes to it, often harboring grudges for months if not years at a time depending on how much it takes her to put a sneaky revenge plot at works. Since she was a little child, she's been fascinated with the stories for battle and travels, of adventures and peril. It's just been what attracted her. Even before joining the military academy, she often read historical books on all the biggest wars out there from before the reapers and then about the Reaper war itself.

She loves to travel and her job in the black ops had proven good opportunity for it. She's not been out of Alliance space much though... well at least not outside of work. She's been out more than a few times, but usually on a tight schedule and sighseeing isn't exactly priority during a mission. Still she's been hoping to visit Asari space. Stories about it sounded real pleasing and she hops to meet one of those elusive justicars, mostly to study about them, finding their way of life really inspiring to the point she wished she could be doing the same. Sadly in Alliance space if she acted like a justicar it was a surefire way to get court martialed and possibly jailed for life. Though even that possible future doesn't make her interest dwindle and her curiosity lessen. She wants to learn about them... about their codex.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: N/A

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The TV watching was going quite well as far as Amelia was concerned. She got to watch a show about some factory for cars. She didn't pay too much attention as she had switched to reading a book halfway through. It wasn't all that surprising for her to switch from TV to book often. She preferred books and the show wasn't really grabbing her attention too well. She got bored after all the praise for cars made in that factory started and they began talking engine stuff. She wasn't a car lover so yeah. She was a book lover!

About an hour after that, the phone in the house began ringing. Amelia looked up from her book in confused manner before moving over to it and answering.” Hello?” She made a questioning greeting in confusion, wondering who it was. No friends of her parents would call this early in the morning and there was little chance her parents will call her from their work places given nothing big probably had happened to warrant it.

“Hey, Amelia.” A young male voice resounded on the phone, surprising Amelia.” Glad that you're up early, I didn't wake you up, right?” The boy asked.

“Nnn... woked up early for some reason. Why are you calling Jason? Especially so early?” She asked her highschool friend. He was part of the small circle of friends she had, everybody was calling him a nerd and a weirdo, but he was pretty cool guy.

“Well, I've been putting the group for a D&D session today. Planning to chill and play fron noon to the evening, wana join?” He asked, clearly excited about it.

“Sure, I will join.” She replied with a quiet smile and then they proceeded to discuss where they were going to gather. Since Jason was the DM they gathered at his place and he was living nearby so that was good.” See you later.” She called as she put down the phone with a smile. She liked their gatherings. They were all good people who gathered and no one judged her if she was more quiet than others.

Mass Effect: Insurrection

@Andromedai Here's my application give it a good look through ^_^

My Hider

Clara Fortia

Age:31
Sex: Female
Species: Human
Class: Soldier
Weapons:

-M-76 Revenant MK2
-M-6 Carnifex
-Chakram Launcher

Equipment:

-Omni-tool
-Medi-gel
-First-aid kit
-Cybernetic limbs
-Guardian Combat Shield
-Armax Arsenal - Predator H Armor
-Ammo powers: Armor piercing, distruptor, cryo, explosive

Abilities/Powers:

-Adrenaline rush
-Fortified defensive barrier generator
-Concussive Shot
-Turbocharge

History: Clare doesn't know her parents. She was raised in an orphanage. Her parents gave up on her right after she was born. She doesn't judge them anymore. She doesn't know what their situation was after all. Maybe they couldn't afford to raise her, maybe it was for herself to live a better life than what they can give her. She has no idea because despite being 31 she never one even got a hint of their origin. As a child she tried to search for them, but eventually stopped because she didn't want to poke at the sleeping dogs. Maybe it was for the better to not find them, how can she ask them why they give her up and how will they be able to look at her? Thus she grew up in the institution. She was a bright smart kid, but beyond all, she was energetic. Since young age she excelled at physical activities.

As she grew up and went to school, eventually she was given a few different choices for her future. There was the possibility to continue studying and go after some desk career or she can go to hte military academy and join the Alliance. She chose the Alliance it gave the better future for a nobody like her and frankly it beat the hell out of sitting doing a menial desk job for god knows how long only to be slowly raised at better position if at all. Besides she didn't like studying as much. Thus she joined the Military Academy and god damn well excelled at it. She had the makings of a soldier and her teachers noticed it quite early on. She soaked all training and knowledge they gave her like a spundge. Finally she gratuated and did a single year in the Alliance before she was given another proposition. She was an excellent recruit that was true, but they had better place for her. She was then given the choice and with agreement from her was assigned to a Black Ops unit that officially didn't exist in the Alliance. They were not the N7 or the regular Alliance military. They were sent to places where no official action could be taken, places where things had to be swept under hte rug with complete deniability. If they screwed the mission they were going to be given up on by the Alliance. After all their unit didn't exist.

Being in the black ops isn't really a glorious way of life. She had changed more than a few colleagues who got killed on job. She had terminated a few herself for going rogue. All the things she lived through could be seen on her body. She lost all four of her limbs in a manner or another. From an IED that took her left arm, to a pair sliding fans that took her legs when they activated while she was at a ventshaft and even her right hand which was taken after it was torn from her body by a krogan. She's only alive due to her sheer luck. It's her nickname actually the Devil's mistress. Because she probably hooked with the devil to get his luck. Finally at the age of 31 she finally retired from service after more than decade in service to the unofficial Alliance. She was discharged with honors, given a medal for being injured in the line of duty multiple times and all that jazz.

Now she lived a calm life, got herself a small place on the Citadel weirdly enough. It's nothing special, but it's home.

Personality: Clara is generally a friendly person though she can be really mean and vindictive when it comes to it, often harboring grudges for months if not years at a time depending on how much it takes her to put a sneaky revenge plot at works. Since she was a little child, she's been fascinated with the stories for battle and travels, of adventures and peril. It's just been what attracted her. Even before joining the military academy, she often read historical books on all the biggest wars out there from before the reapers and then about the Reaper war itself.

She loves to travel and her job in the black ops had proven good opportunity for it. She's not been out of Alliance space much though... well at least not outside of work. She's been out more than a few times, but usually on a tight schedule and sighseeing isn't exactly priority during a mission. Still she's been hoping to visit Asari space. Stories about it sounded real pleasing and she hops to meet one of those elusive justicars, mostly to study about them, finding their way of life really inspiring to the point she wished she could be doing the same. Sadly in Alliance space if she acted like a justicar it was a surefire way to get court martialed and possibly jailed for life. Though even that possible future doesn't make her interest dwindle and her curiosity lessen. She wants to learn about them... about their codex.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Valencia Johnson

Location: The Framework
Skills: N/A

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“Sure thing, boss.” Val quickly said to Cassandra Reed who took charge of the operation and explained a thing or two. Frankly this was what she meant, they needed a chain of command for this test. It was after all a mission simulation and during a mission you always or at least most of the time had a superior agent who was calling the shots. For that Johnson wasn't really against it. She knew how an op was supposed to work and despite her gun ho adrenaline seeker personality, she was methodical when it came to work. Work was important, work put money on the table and with said money you could do more things in the long term. She needed a climbing rig.

“Roger~” She whistled and hopped on team Reed. It was an order after all and she was also the superior agent who had already went through the mission. Sticking with the ones who knew what was going on was usually a good plan. She made a quick mental note to remember what they were told about the guards. So Magneto was using humans... this was weird. Why humans?” No, no other questions aside do we have lethal force use authorisation for enemy mutant targets?” This was the main question she needed to know. Easiest way to neutralise someone for good was killing them after all. Killing someone was way easier usually than fighting him until submission.

Aside that she quickly repeated the names that Cassandra had spoken and the faces assossiated with them. She had to know whom was in a team with her after all. Mission details aside, Val thought about the simulation itself. It was weird to make them do it straight out without training to train their powers to a sufficient levels. It was like asking the powers to trigger during the mission without control. Maybe it was the point, to see if they can adapt fast enough? She was liking it already and her face showed it. She looked at hte first floor, her smile as wide as possible.

Rise of the Evos

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Claire Winters

Location: Her home, New York City, New York
Interacting With: Olivia@Nallore

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Claire was not happy with the fact she was being woken up rudely like that, but as she was counting down the man started speaking about the abnormalities and seeing people who weren't there, using powers and the like.” 8...” She she had just counted to eight when he did so and she stopped counting on purpose.”...” She kept quiet for a moment before letting a real loud sigh.

“I see... I figured someone will show up sooner or later.” She said and smiled secretly to herself while hidden behind the door.” It seems we might have a reason to talk and there MIGHT be a good reason for you to so rudely wake me after I had barely gotten a 10 minutes nap after a NIGHTSHIFT.” She said, placing the intonation to her words to underline the important parts.

“Fine, I'm letting you in to talk. But keep in mind, I'm a police officer and I can jail your ass if you do something stupid and ohh... I'm armed.” She added before unlocking the door and opening the door, presenting herself in all her black silk cultist robe dressed glory. She stood there like it was completely natural to be dressed like that, after all it was her pajamas!” So want to enter or not? I don't bite... much.”

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Amelia Payne

Location: Her home, Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Landlord

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“Yeah... if I can be called one.” Amelia admitted quietly, throwing a look at her drawing supplies she had grabbed and the ones that were left.” I'm mostly a hobbyist, but people have told me I'm decent. I do mostly fanbased stuff for internet.” The girl quickly explained as they were leaving. Frankly between medicine and art she preferred art by a huge margin. She had even thought about trying to make some money by doing comissions or something art based while she was still not in college. As she was about to mention it to Riley, the man next door showed up and spoke. Was he waiting at the door for her to show up, dammit?!

“!!!” Amelia nearly jumped and moved away as he was getting close. She grimaced from the stench of alcohol. In but a moment she went from happy to terrified. She was sure she was barely a few moments from frying him with electricity. As he neutralised himself by faceplanting in Riley's shield, Amelia's power came to live, electricity surging down her hands and then zapping at the wall by his door. She was startled by it as it caused sparks and a small burnt hole, but otherwise nothing serious. She was afraid if that had hit the man chances are good he might gotten seriously injured! As Riley pulled her away towards her car, Amelia looked in shock.

“Thank you, Riley.” She said again.” If you weren't there, I might have seriously injured him...” She said, but didn't feel as bad about actually almost hurting the man. Hurting him was a good thing given how much he made her life hell, but the chance of possibly cuasing his death with her power was something else. She didn't want a death on her shoulders as well. She then saw the car they were heading to.” Ohh...!” She made a surprised expression, almost forgetting about the man for a moment.” Nice car, I like the colors!” She smiled, looking at the vehicle and then at Riley." You have good taste."

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

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Street outside Shepheard's Hotel-> Alleyway of Wonder
Skills: None

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“How peculiar, but do not worry about it.” She said and waved her hand in dismissing manner.” It's normal to not spot me, I seem to have woken up and left the hotel slightly after you have so it's only natural we did not cross paths inside of the building.” Mosi added with a slight amused laughter as if it was the most natural thing to do before she moved her hand away from Mahendra's shoulder finally. She was still acting really friendly though not in the typical female fashion that was accepted.

“Mmm, I feel I'd better not take your hand this time, Mahendra.” She said with a sly smirk before pointed at his busy with food hand.” Hindering a person who's about to have a meal on the road is a bad thing to do! Imagine if you get food all over yourself!” Priscilla added in completely theatrical manner with a voice that was just slightly too into the whole being fakely shocked thing, but then she laughed again and patted him on the shoulder.” Really though, do not need to be some gentlemanly with me, do not worry. I'm not some damsel waiting for a prince to treat her like a precious gem they might break.” The woman explained and looked around.

“No, I'm not. Well at least not for now anyhow. Might not be visiting the museum today, I have a prior arrangement to meet with a friend.” She said with happy voice and playful fires danced in her eyes, thinking about the fiery woman whom she called a friend now.” Well that's my plans for the day. Might also browse the stalls for some good old crafts. I need a sheath for that blade I got last night too.” Mosi added.

After a while they finally reached the alleyway of wonder as Mosi took a liking to refer to it in her mind.” Well this's my stop. Have a good day, Mahendra! Hope we see again later.” She called aloud with a wave of her hand and bolted in the direction at Rosheen's place.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: Russian Imperial Circus - Tent City
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive)

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Ahhh all good things come to an end. Since Vlad was ending his loud 'speaking' around the local, it seems Constantin wouldn't be able to enjoy it any longer. He had just about thrown a last look at tanlink...ehh talnink ahh... Talink! What a weird name, Constantin finally realized. It was such a mouthful to say to him and even harder to remember. He was used to the eastern names and naming sense. Crazy westerners and their weird westerner names at times.

He was just about to go about his business and help his folk with getting their tent and luggage in order when yet another vision struck him. What a weird day this was turning out to be sometimes there were visions none at all sometimes there were many. A second one so soon was rather not as usual. He steadied himself as the information flooded him. Tiger, hooves, feeling of haste and a green flag with a stag.

"I svear they should give me a compass that points to her already..." Constantin mumbled with a tired sigh, putting the images in his head in order to know what to report to Vlad. Then he bolted after Vlad who was moving away in search of Vladish things." Vlad, Vlad, I've had another vision! Green flag vith a Stag!" The firewalker called loudly in a circus fashion so to be sure the man hears him.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Satilla Valen

Location: The Tower, Floor 1 staircase(halfway).
Interacting With: Ancient cosmic powers of the load bearing boss cliche and Thomas.

The tower was trying to come down with a vengeance upon them! Satilla mentally prayed to all the good spirits for them all to get away from this place safely. Some of them had already legged it out the tower's third floor. She had suspected that it was only natural for Cyneburg to use the powers of druidism to get to safety. What the witch didn't expect was Sana the bard jump out the tower from up high. Hopefully she was alive, otherwise that would be bad on itself.

Still Satilla this time around was making a real good progress with the whole RUNNIGN AWAY thing. She could feel the tower being stressed, the falling chuncks that were making scary noise as they hit hte ground, but she gosh darn well ran. She ran fast and true, passing the second floor and moving halfway down the first floor's staircase. She was nearly at the exit! Well nearly was kind of pushing it, but all the optimism and happy thoughts were probably going to help... well if they didn't help with the tower situation, they at least helped with her own personal mind screaming for her to panic.'Happy thoughts... happy THOUGHTS!' She repeated in her head.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
Skills: N/A

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Amelia as if slowly woke up from a crazy dream. It was like that, since she was a child she'd often dream of crazy things such as jumping to the skies and it felt so very real, but it was in the end still just a pleasant dream that she woke from. She pulled herself up to a sitting position on the bed, pushing the blankets to the side and looked at the evil alarm clock that had woken her up with it's evil beeping. It showed 7:30 am. She smiled and moved away from the bed, going through her morning routine, wash teeth, face, get changed and so on until she was ready for the day, standing in the living room of the house of her parents.

The house was currently empty." They must be at work..." She mumbled to herself as she walked to the kitchen to pull some stuff from the fridge. Some mayo, ham, bread, tomatoes and cheeze... all the needed things for a tasty sandwich. She was in a great mood today, it was saturday! No highschool today for her. Her mother had to probably take care of paperwork or something at the school for a little while though since she mentioned that she'd be at the school this morning during dinner last night. Her father being on a much more open schedule of a gardener tended to work all week with bigger or smaller worktimes. Sometimes he had days free sometimes he wouldn't be able to get home the entire day. Today who knew.

Now that she had finished making that sandwich, she pulled a plate, put it there, cut it into two, added some ketchup and moved to the livingroom, turning on the tv to eat her breakfast while watching tv. She felt like watching Discovery channel right now.

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Kosara Koleva

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Location: Library

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Kosara sighed as she heard Abe ask if she found anything. She looked at the scraps of data she found, looked at her gramps then back at the old pc and finally sighed again before nodding." Yeah... not a first time this has happened. Seems to be going on every fifty years or so. Look there are other people who had went missing in the past on the dates of: 1958, 1908, 1858. I bet whatever's going on started way way back... could be the 58 one could be earlier, but by the passage of time the majority of clues would have wasted away. Who knows what they had found out when it first started." She stated and shook her head in grim fashion." We're going to need help, Abe. Demons are neckdeep in this..."

"Luckily exorcism proper doesn't require too obscure of tools and supplies." She said with a shrug." Blessed cross from a chruch or chapel, holy water and the proper know how to pull of the incantations for it. I know the incantations... It hurts like hell to have a demon pulled out of someone depending on what exactly we are pulling out, but it can be done. I've done it too... with the help and teachings of a witch weirdly enough, but I've done it."

"Alright since tracking spell is out the question, I'd say it's time to pull some more... direct touches on this. A seance to call someone from the past who might have the information or better yet we summon a demon to torture until it gives us some info. Both works... but first we better get a dagger... or any weapon that can kill supernatural ghostly beings. Alternatively we can literally try to seal one from the inside out with a devil trap bullet then we just burry the sucker alive in cement or something. It works too... or so I've heard from some hunters back east." She proposed in low voice to Abe, but finally frowned. She had an idea. Admittedly it was a dumb idea." We could in theory try to gleam info from the other side of it. The folks up in heaven might know what might be cooking... Actually Abe, go home and prepare the house for another tracking spell. I will see if I can get some more ingredients from Halsey. If the demon douche shows again we will have all the answers. And if he doesn't we will have the location." She said, grabbing her notepad and dashing towards the exit so she can get to the shop.