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🦄 Machiavellian Masquerade - Chapter 1

Prima Rave

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Location: Shadowell Manor: Music Room
Skills: Perception
Hit Points: 6
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Prima rave's interest with the piano seemed to have made Plum leave the area of the musical instrument. She couldn't help, but admit his poetry skills from the way he spoke. A question she wondered was why he was only speaking in such a poetic manner? It probably took a time and effort to construct your phrases to be suitable. Why was he doing it though? Was he simply doing it to stay in an act of some kind to fool the rest? She didn't have an answer as she returned her attention to the piano. Currently only Plum and Mauve were in the room... correction 4 people she didn't know also entered. They weren't among the people that had arrived with them though. Maybe those were the ones arriving from just earlier when the bells rang?

“Hello...” She greeted as the men entered the room. She was just about to try to play some kind of tune on the piano, but stopped with the arrival of the new guests. Rave slowly pulled her hands away from the piano as her eyes right away locked onto them, studying them.

Frankly she was just confused about the men. From what she could see nothing stood out from them aside the fact their clothing appeared of fine make and had good stitching. Granted that itself could indicate they were of rather good social standing, but one could never be too sure. Especially in situation like this one... Another mystery for her to be wary of.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

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Location: The Bristol Ship
Skills: Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive), Krasnoye, Perception

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Well stuff happened really fast and left Constantin in pure confusion as Vlad face planted right into the mast of the ship with a great force! The battle between a proud Russian and the mast was fierce, but lasted a mere moment, before the Bazhooli was out bazhoolied by the mast and fell on his bum with a broken nose. The mast unsurprisingly won this battle. This all happened as Constantin was about to study the horizons about other stuff since he got lucky once.” Quite so...” He replied to Vlad's statement on the ship and their opinion of it.

The Bazhooli's condition was his priority though and he had to help him deal with the broken nose. Then just as he hurried to turn and get to the Bazhooli, he turned and faceplanted right into the mast as well.” Damned boats...!” He cursed aloud as the impact made him rebound backwards, blood streaming down his nose as well now.” Проклето нещо, искам да те накълцам на парчета и превърна във въглени...“ He swore in his native language and threw a furious glare at the mast who had just won one over him as well. This thing was evil! Had to be!

This damned impact put a huge wrench into his plans to study the horizon more and help the Bazhooli. Now he probably should be healing himself. Been a while since he broke anything really. He felt still slightly out of it because of the impact and rubbed his eyes, before wiping some blood from his face.

Translations

Проклето нещо, искам да те накълцам на парчета и превърна във въглени... = Damned thing, I want to chop you to pieces and turn you into embers

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Amelia Payne

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Location:Headland: B4 -> D3
Skills: Athletics, Sneaking, Mathematics

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Sun had more or less set now. Everything was dark already and with the howling winds, it left Amelia to feel incredibly vulnerable right now. The storm was going to probably be upon them real soon too, there wasn't much time. For whatever reason there were no walkers to be seen right about now as far as she was aware. Maybe they felt by instinct that weather was dangerous? Her thoughts were pulled away by Riley's words. She smiled at the woman too. Being helpful was a nice feeling.

That said they quickly started making their way to their target. Tati was quite fast and while Amelia wasn't really struggling too much to keep up, she wasn't quite very quiet while doing so. She just couldn't really help it, it was quite dark now and the winds weren't too helpful about moving silently either. On the plus side of said winds, they were actually masking the noise she was making while moving. So she wasn't really going to alert their targets to the plan. She only hoped they kill those men in time to be able to bring Jack, Ash and little Jamie to safety.

Following after Tati they were finally by the treeline near the target. From here it was going to be the hard and important part. She made a mental check of what she had as weapons on her. She had a gun, had a knife and had a baseball bat. A good hit with the bat was enough to knock anyone and a stab or two probably should also be enough to put them down. Finally there was the gun... For now she was going to be on the quiet side and pull the gun when the battle begins after sneaking was no longer required. She looked at Tati, waiting for her to give the green light to approach.

Torchlight

@Paradoxial There we go moved my character over. Changed the image though.

Torchlight

Alliana Valas

Name: Alliana Valas

Appearance:

My Hider

Class: Half-Vampire

Devotion: None

Familiar: None

Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.

As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...

“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.

That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal.

Torchlight

@ParadoxialI will post over my character from the old RP a little bit later. Should I directly post it to the char section or here first?

Stargate: The Living Gods

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Flynn Jenkins

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Location: Stargate Command(Briefing room)

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Flynn had noded at each of his new team members as they arrived and listened to the briefing prepared by the general. All in all this had to be kept as brief as possible because they were short on time right about now, but it could have been worse. They at least had the folders with general mission and information data prepared in advance, so they could read up on the main points on top of what the general was saying and he did so, he quickly glanced over all the data he could. He pulled his eyes up from the folder as the science expert in the face of Cassandra Reed, asked how to proceed in case they were cut off from the gate or captured.

"Standard mission procedures apply in that case." Hammond replied and threw a look at Flynn since he was the team leader for hte moment to explain the rest.

"In case we don't reply within the scheduled time window due overpowering opposition, the gate will be dialed from Earth in attempt to make radio contact. We shall lay low somewhere and avoid attracting attention." Flynn explanied and looked at the rest of the team members." That's in case we cannot get access to the gate on our end. Alternatively if possible we are to force our way through any jaffa guarding it and escape. In the case of someone being captured, a rescue will be carried out with or without reinfrocements from SGC depending on the situation." He finished explaining to the others.

"That's right. SG-17, I trust the four of you will complete this mission. You weapons and other gear is waiting for you to be picked by the armory. Good luck people. Dismissed." General Hammond stated and stood up, heading for his office to deal with other important SGC running operations.

Flynn looked at the other 3 and nodded before speaking." Seems like we are trust into the deep end right away. I know that for the three of you this will be your first trip through the gate, but I can assure you it's not going to be the last. I've been part of the program since the very beginning. Just follow my leads and we should get through it without too much troubles for a starter mission." Flynn said with a reassuring smile." Now we are going there fully armed just in case, while Tok'Ra are known for their excellent stealth and infiltration, better be careful just in case. Unless I give the order, do not start firing though." He reminded them with a smile." Alright let's get heading to the locker rooms and change into our BDUs." He said and stood up, waiting for the others to join him." Any other questions while we walk?" He asked.

Torchlight (based off of Darkest Dungeons)

I do am interesting in this to start again. So if it goes off the ground cool. Consider me around and waiting.

Rise of the Evos

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Claire Winters

Location: New York City, New York
Interacting With: Partner & Co & Olivia@Nallore

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Claire smiled when the woman said she might buy her book." I've already published 2 books. Mystery and supernatural novels, both are published under my name - Claire Ames Winters." The cop explained with a huge grin as the traffic had cleared up nicely enough and now she was nearing the police station and from there into the garage. It wasn't exactly end of shift time quite yet so the place wasn't going to be as crowded as it could have been, so she smiled while driving all the way to a nice place to park and drop off the girl.

"Probably going to be a really good idea, in case you run into trouble later." She nodded with wide grin, pulling out a business card." But I think you knowing my number would be faster, so why not exchange them numbers?" Claire asked and handed the girl her business card where there was her name and contact number. She then waited for the girl to say her number so she can save it into her phone for later use." Don't hesitate to call if something comes up, I will come over ASAP. Especially if that guy comes to cause you troubles again. You could also call if you want to hang out sometime though. My off duty days are written on the card." She winked.

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Amelia Payne

Location: Los Angeles, California
Interacting With: Riley@Nalloreand @Jasonhero Fumiko "Kuīn" Nakamura (sort of)

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Amelia felt a little bit out of place while her friend and Fumiko were picking up clothing. Both of them seemed to have a really good time, judging by the expressions on their faces and the fact that Riley was actually humming a tune. She guessed that shopping was fun and she did enjoy wearing clothing to her taste, she just wasn't used to actually shop for it. You had to have the spare income to do so and until recently and she'd dare say even now she didn't really have that much spare money to throw on fashion. Granted she did enjoy coming up with designs and superhero costumes, but those were only on paper.

Finally she sighed quietly and decided to might as well try to go with the flow even if she doesn't pick up anything. Amelia wasn't sure what to look for, she just enjoyed plain simple clothing without too much fancy stuff on it. For example a simple white shirt, plain jeans and the like. On occasion she'd wear maybe something nerdy like a tshirt with a game or anime character on it, but htat was rare. She felt too shy to wear fancy and eyecatching stuff. Thus she was currently slowly looking through different short sleeved shirts. There was a really nice white short sleeved shirt. The price was a lot bigger than what she was comfortable with spending, but since Riley had paid for her arts supplies, she probably had just enough to buy it. She placed it in front of herself and looked at herself in the mirror, seeing how it would suit her. She liked how it looked, she even had a nice knee long jet black skirt to wear with it if she buys it. Not really an everyday wear for her, but it would be nice to have it for special occasions. Thus she decided to buy it and went to try it out.

After she put it on, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wanted to ask if it suited her, but her shyness skyrocketed right away. Amelia just nodded to herself as she studied herself in the mirror. Yeah she was going to buy this one... and probably search for a better paying job than what she had right now.

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

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: Second Deck (Dining Area)-> Main Deck( Stairs to Second Deck)
Skills: N/A

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Mosi had dressed as she usually did so there was no need for her to go change clothing to enjoy the evening. The benefit of being American and dressing in trousers and shirts as she did was that that type of clothing was quite damn comfortable nearly all the time. Thus she walked to the stairs leading down to the main deck again. While doing so, she pondered the dinner she just had. The food was enjoyable. She was glad she got to dine on this ship. If nothing else was a memory!

Pulling herself away from reminiscing about the food, she suddenly realized that she had to have a ticket to get back to the Second Deck later. Running through her pockets, she smiled as she found the ticket. Yeah she hadn't forgotten it after all. Without much of fanfare, she quickly put it back in her trusty wallet, before putting it away in her pocket again. Yeah it was nice evening for a walk.

With a smile she descended down the stairs and found herself at the main deck. She could feel the night's air and the sound of the river. It was rather relaxing really. Mosi looked out into the night and a certain redhead popped up in her mind within moments. She frowned, sighed and felt a tiny pinch of regret for leaving without saying goodbye... and the fact that she didn't get a chance to ask her out on a date. 'Maybe they were going to meet up again at a later date?' She mused to herself, looking out into the darkness.