Ruby

Wild Cards AU [Politics, Superpowers, Fun!]

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/158434-wild-cards-au-high-casual-superpowered-fun/ooc

OOC is up for this, btw.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

It's been thrown out in the RP's chat, but not here, so: My last post is under the NPC Eva, a 6th Generation Toreador. Consider her the unofficial Baron of Hollywood (because official Barons don't live long right now), and fair to say the second most influential vampire in the city, and the most publicly influential with the most influential always in hiding. She controls nearly all Hollywood through various means, and has working relationships with Mages and Garou (if not directly than through intermediaries).

All of that means if your character wants/needs something, this would be a golden opportunity. She's at Sunset right now, and who knows how long she stays, as she's an NPC that'll be needed in behind-the-scenes events soon enough. This may be the only chance just any PC has at chatting with her, or one of her Coterie.

Speaking of that Coterie. They include;

Andre, 7th Generation Brujah (many a Diablerie black streak in his aura), leader of the largest supernatural street gang in L.A. and originally from South Central L.A. He appears in my last post. His main role is enforcement and protection.

Gwen, 7th Generation Toreador, a vivacious busty blonde, tall and leggy and full of "life"--so to speak. Her main role is helping control Hollywood and it's talent. Originally a struggling actress/model. Sired by Eva. Andre's lover. Was seen in my last post.

Rachel, 8th Generation Ventrue, a small Jewish girl and former Camarilla gone rogue, found a home with Eva's Coterie. She handles buisness of many various extensions, and is a lawyer by training. Originally from Europe, fled to the US shortly before World War II and the Kindred drama that happened behind it's scenes. Was seen in my last post.

Mateo, 9th Generation Lasombra, chubby Native American with light skin, and jet black long hair. Very lowkey, very low drama, his role is mostly intelligence from Sabbat contacts. Was seen in my last post.

Nathaniel, 8th Generation Nosferatu, pale and classic Nosferatu in appearance. His role is information gathering, and he is one of the best in town at it. Only Eva knows what he was in a past life, and she's agreed to keep his secrets. Did not appear in my last post, location unknown.

Yanci, 7th Generation Toreador, a Hispanic girl currently "under cover" as Catlin Monroe a 12th Generation Toreador popular with many of the Anarch groups in the city, my PC in this game. Sired by Eva, her role is Eva's right hand. Born in California before it was California, the result of passion between one of the first groups of Spanish in the territory and a native. Appeared in the opener post for the RP, but not in the last post.

Feel free to work something out with me if you want to interact with any of the above. Just thought I'd explain who everyone was in the last post, so no one is confused.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

It happened slowly, like a drip. One man walked up casual, cool, and propped his back against the brick and mortar of which gave the Sunset Lounge is tangibility. A Hispanic wearing black, tattoos, and attitude so obvious no words were necessary. He greeted the next man with no more than a side glance and faint upward nod of his head; this one wearing black with a stiff billed cap that read 'COMPTON' in script, black tattoos on black skin, and attitude that matched the first, walking up like the sidewalk was his personal V.I.P., his throne a lazy sit on the curb. Two became six in a few minutes; by ten minutes it was ten. Five minutes later there was twenty, barks of laughter errupting after crude jokes and high volumed chatter.

Eyes from within Sunset were starting to dart to the windows, to the crowd covering the view, nervous words from the paranoid and the unsure spoken quietly. The street bounced with the thunder of a beat, the bass of a thousands of dollers sound system growing like a distant storm grown closer, and closer; rattling the Sunset's windows, walls, and doors. More laughter from the curb, from the crowd, hoopin', hollerin'--

--and then nothing. Silence.

The first figure through the door was anything but gangsta; looking like a good little Ivy league girl turned runaway Calvin Klein model, soft brown eyes and pale skin scanned the main room with quickness, a tiny smile creasing her glossed lips even quicker as she stepped in. The door moved again, a man of medium height, broad shoulders, sun baked Mexican skin, and long straight black hair came after. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about the man, clothes well worn in; jeans loose fit, old work boots, a simple gray tee under an old work coat, the presence of a construction worker wandering in the wrong place looking for an after work beer. There was no look to the room, only eyes on the girl that came in before, stopping near the door just behind and to the right of her, hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat.

The two whispered words, before she moved for the bar, the man at her heels. Perfume hit the room even as the door began to swing open, before pausing mid-swing, held up, paused, a woman's loud, happy, laughter ringing between the street and the room beyond the half-open door. Blonde, busty, California sun tanned skin flip flopping in, a loud pop echoing through the Sunset Lounge as bright pink bubblegum was bubbled, popped, and chewed again through a wide grin. Big bright green eyes hidden behind mirrored Aviators immediately on the bar, a neon pink short sleeved croptop, sun bleached denim shorts short enough to show off her long, toned, legs as she moved to the first two, whispering in the girl's ear before her grin went wicked, slipping off to the touch screen jukebox, head tilted as she quick fire flipped through a few screens to arrive a song. "Imagine," by Snoop Dogg, featuring Dr. Dre.

The first note coincided with the door opening once more, a large black man with rocks in either ear, black-on-black leather AJ1's under black baggy jeans with a crease in either leg, the black and silver of the old L.A. Raiders hanging from immense shoulders, thickly muscled arms holding the door open behind him, a blank stare turning focused on the tall blonde, lips refusing to smile even as the blonde's grin dared him. The next figure moved in quickly, walking with purpose, heels clicking against the Sunset Lounge floor, tight fit blue jeans, pale gray metallic blouse under a white linen blazer, simple gold chain hanging from the neck, red glossed lips under saucer brown eyes under long layered salon styled auburn hair that shadowed in the indirect light of the lounge until she neared the bar, slowing her purposeful steps to a stop. It wasn't perfume that filled the air around her, it was presence; the presence of an Elder, the undeniable electricity in the air that came with such power.

At the bartender, she stared, until the black shadow behind her said something softly to her, stealing a quick glance from her, before he moved off to booth in the back that the blonde had loudly proclaimed her own, his eyes cold as they stuck to the other set of "Elders" collected off to the side. Threats with no words, no heated violence, only cold blooded killing. A Brujah, unlike the working class Lasombra, preppy small Ventrue, and the two Toreadors; the blonde, and the dark featured beauty of an Elder that strolled in after them all.

The crowd outside grew back to a chatter, but it was dim, only the occasional burst of laughter now, the tension of a guard dog holding over them.

"Eva," the small Ventrue called the Elder in designer clothes, pulling out a smartphone and turning to the woman, a few whispers and the phone was at the girl's ear as she, too, moved away from the bar to the booth staked out by the blonde. That left only the quiet dark skinned man with the impossibly straight, jet black, hair that stopped just above his ass. He turned his head just to the left, eyeing Eva, as she stepped up to the bar and slipped onto a stool, pushing aside the remains of a newspaper to the far corner of the main bar of the Sunset Lounge, amusement and the direct lights from above the bar illuminating her eyes now.

"Hello Henry; a round of Dos Equis Dark, bottled, to the back booth please? Thanks." She slipped from the stool as quickly, as easily, as she'd slipped onto it, the long haired man stepping after her, curiously, shy, as he looked around the room to see the faces.

Wild Cards AU [High Casual Superpowered fun!]

The One Eyed Jack has dropped another message for Wild Carders, setting the table for the state of the IC before we officially begin. Check the chat's Joker's Wild podcast channel for the full text.

Wild Cards AU [High Casual Superpowered fun!]

'bout time!

@Byrd Man

Sorry :(

Wild Cards AU [High Casual Superpowered fun!]

Name: Sergeant Desmond Ledford aka Lead Belly

Age: 34

Birth Place: Newark, New Jersey

Drawn Card: Ace

Card Manifestation: Ledford has a layer of hardened skin around the edges of his outer layer that work almost like a microscopic exoskeleton. It cannot be penetrated by anything other than a high-powered laser.

Character History:

Desmond Ledford was born in in Newark, New Jersey to parents Roland and Bernice Ledford, the youngest of three children. Desmond spent the better part of his childhood as a heavyset and slow kid, sometimes winding up as the butt of jokes with other children and some adults in the neighborhood. Once Ledford hit the age of 13, puberty kicked in and a timely growth spurt put the young man at 6'5 and turned his squeaky voice into a deep baritone. With the added height, Desmond went out for basketball in high school and became a star on two state championship teams. An injury in his junior year caused him to miss out on athletic scholarships.

After graduating high school with an average grade point average, very little prospects, and no real desire to attend college, Desmond decided to become a police. While the Newark Police Department was not hiring, NYPD's academy accepted him and he joined up. While Desmond did well in mot of his courses, he particularly excelled at driving courses. After graduation, he became a patrolman in the NYPD's 60th Precinct in Brooklyn. Eventually he passed as promoted to sergeant and transferred to the 22nd Precinct around Central Park.

Desmond was on the street on Black Queen Day and witnessed the horrors of the virus before succumbing to it himself. He became one of the rare few to get the virus, live to tell about it, and emerge from the sickness with a strange new ability. That ability manifested itself a week after Black Queen Day when an armed rioter shot Desmond at point blank range with a shotgun. The pellets ripped into his uniform and through his bullet proof vest, but bounced off his skin completely. Further examination revealed that a microscopic film of hardened skin, ten times as hard as any kevlar or metal, had formed over his usual epidermis. No knife, bullet, or other object was capable of penetrating this object.

As an Ace, Desmond was a natural fit to work Jokertown. He was quickly reassigned to the Fifth, more and more commonly being called Fort Freak, and joined the unique blend of Joker, Ace, and Nat that made up the police squad.

Jokertown Role: As a patrol sergeant in the NYPD's Fifth Precinct, aka Fort Freak, Ledford supervises a squad of four patrol officers and responds to calls in and around the Jokertown area.

@Byrd Man

We never "officially" approved this on the forum, but very much approved!

The Octopus: A 19th Century Political/Crime RP

How limited are female characters gonna be?

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

@Ezekiel Might wanna update the intro, to, you know, give me credit. <3

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

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What? I didn't realize that was your character in the intro post speaking with Henry, lol.

AWKWARD....

j/k, that's cool though, but now that I can put two & two together I have context for next time.

@Rawk

lol Sorry. <3 Got any ideas for me, don't be shy about letting me know.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

Awesome...ported it over to the CS tab.

Also, two things:

@Ezekiel, would you be okay with Nicolaus being one of the "contributing artists" that helped to add some of the artifacts, paintings, sculptures, etc to the Sunset club? His background is tattoo art primarily, but he's a collector of rare art and artifacts as well so perhaps he sold some decor to Henry at one time (?)

And speaking of tatts, @Ruby, would Carolina have had any dealings with a Ventrue who shared similar interests?

@Rawk

Yeah, I fucked up on my CS, her IC cover name is Catlin Monroe. I'll fix the CS to fix confusion. Sorry!

But yes, I'm sure she would. She mingles in all SORTS of groups.