Rune_Alchemist

Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

@KimmiNinja

Kat'll probably work for anyone in the family who needs her talents, really if she's not otherwise occupied.

Daemon Days(Original Sci-Fi/Fantasy blend Roleplay) [OPEN]

@Ramjammer

Woop, was getting a bit worried!

I'll be getting a post up either much later tonight or tomorrow.

Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

@GingerBoi123

Ah

Oops

My bad xD

If that was mentioned, I blame me not eating yet today on the fact I missed/forgot that xD

But yea, Kat's happy to be of service.

Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

@GingerBoi123

Moved the CS, boss man~

I think I'ma have Kat go with The East Canaglia Gang, if only because it seems like the one described would be the best fit for her. Maybe the Highrollers, though. Either one of those I think could work.

Omertà - A Superpower Mafia roleplay

Kat

"Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna shove this gun where the sun don't shine, and fill ya full of holes. Then I'm gonna go over to the bar, get a drink, and use your body as a dart board. Capisce?"

Name:
Katherine Sinclair

Alias:
N/A
Kat does fine. She's just the muscle, don't need nor particularly want a special title. Some like to call her 'Aegis', though she's not quite sure who started that. If she finds 'em, she's gonna beat the shit out of 'em.

Age:
24

Appearance:
Short blond hair, typically cut to fall just to her shoulders, and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky, somewhat hostile demeanor doesn't help either. Aside from that, Kat has fairly obvious muscles that could likely put a few men to shame and cause them to question their own masculinity.

As far as clothing goes, She is a fan of simple attire. In her every day environment, Kat prefers easy to move in pants with sturdy boots and an airy, light shirt that can breathe easily. When on the job, her attire typically varies depending on the situation. It can go from classy clothing, to something a bit more indicative of subterfuge. Whatever gets the job done. She can often be seen smoking a cigarette, or drinking the strongest alcohol she can get her hands on.

Position:
Soldier/Hitman

Specialty:
Fighting/'taking care of problems.'

Personality:
Violent, has a bit of an anger problem, and prefers solving things with her guns rather than peaceful solutions. She's far from what one might expect of a woman in this day and age.

Despite her anger and tendency to shoot first and ask later, Kat is usually pretty friendly. To her comrades and people she works with, she's fairly amicable, though she's definitely a bit of a sarcastic jackass. Anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. If someone has a problem with that, they can talk to either her boot or the end of her gun. Despite her rather violent and snarky behavior, mistaking her for a simple minded brute would be asking to get killed. While she isn't exactly book smarts, one doesn't live on the street as long as she has and not get clever or creative.

She is also incredibly loyal to anyone she works for. She says she'll do something, she'll do it or she'll die trying.

History:
Kat doesn't like talking much about her past. Not that its anything particularly special. She's always been a bit of a bad seed - growing up on the streets because her family was poor didn't exactly help either. She never really had much of a chance to excel or behave like a normal kid should. Not that she ever particularly cared. She had her own little gang of misfits she ran with from the time she was fifteen until she was eighteen and got up to plenty of trouble. Pissing of the cops just because she could, was one of her favorite pastimes. Vandalism, breaking and entering, and a whole slew of other misdemeanors until she turned eighteen.

It wasn't much of a surprise she ended up on the wrong side of the law afterwards either. She just got smarter about it. Jail wasn't fun. She grew up around some shady people, and asked if they had any 'work' for her of the not so glamorous kind. Calling in a favor from a friend was easy enough, and after he asked around a bit he found someone willing to give her a bit of a job. Someone had been rattin' on the family to the police, and the Godfather wanted him 'taken' care of and made an example of.

Arguably, it was a difficult request. The guy had police protection and everything, and she was just one slightly more than average skilled street urchin who had a hobby of working out and kicking people if they pissed her off. Really, she should have died - she took a bullet to the head from the guy after she took care of his police detail.

Yet, she didn't. The bullet bounced off some unseen barrier in front of her. She had no idea what happened at the time, but she didn't waste the chance to make an example of the guy like the boss wanted. She came back to a job well done and a hefty sum of money waiting for her. After that, she got a steady stream of work from them whenever they needed someone with muscle or to take care of something. She's been fascinated with this little ability of hers, and has been working on flexing the proverbial muscle for it wherever she gets the chance.

Power:
To put simply, Kat generates a localized force-field around herself. This field, forcefully rejects any sort of foreign matter that tries to get in. Basically, she's always covered in what we might call a 'shield'. Bullets bounce off, punches are halted in their tracks...she's called 'Aegis' by some for a reason. This semi-permeable field is around her at almost all times, and she has limited control over the size of it, and using her as a center she can extend it to about roughly five yards away from her in all directions. The strength of it, of course decreasing the larger it is.

Usually, though, she simply keeps the field on a more personal level - typically around herself. As it is semi-permeable to an extent, she can somewhat choose what passes through this field and what doesn't. Solid and liquids are halted typically with some difficulty, but gasses go right through it.

The field, of course, is far from impenetrable. The field can roughly withstand the same force as your average brick wall. A sufficiently high-powered gun could easily punch through it. Likewise, prolonged exposure to any continuous sort of damage has visible effects on Kats physical state. At worst, it could lead to a deadly brain hemorrhage. Strength can vary somewhat, depending on how much focus she puts into it.

Can be used somewhat offensively, as she can 'punch' something without hurting herself, since her body is covered in a durable thin layer of armor. Likewise, she can use the it to lift weight a bit outside the normal human realm rather easily, though it puts a great strain on her abilities and at most she could stop/lift roughly 250lbs~ of force.

She assumes she could theoretically get better with time and practice.

Extra:
- Likes Mexican and spicy, exotic foods.
- Has been at least somewhat trained in close quarters combat.
- Can reasonably well do some breaking and entering.

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

I'm here

...but I can't really do much with either of my characters until the next day comes for the hunters or something happens with the spider.

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

---

Before she even had a chance to recover from the headache, she was grabbed by Caitriona and dragged out of the cave. No amount of protesting was really going to help her, she realized. This...Caitriona was not someone that let things go all that easily. With a quite grumble, a stretch and a heavy tired sigh, Charlotte followed after the native. If she had to be honest, Caitriona reminded her of...Charlotte dismissed the thought quickly, following after Caitriona towards the beach.

Eventually the two of them found their way back on the sandy beach, a tall palm tree looming over head with fresh coconuts growing from it. Well, she supposed those would probably make up her diet until she could build effective traps of some sort. The only question was, why had she been rudely woken up and dragged out here? Caitriona pointed upwards towards one of them...

She....didn't expect her to climb up there, did she? Well, she supposed she'd have to learn eventually but how would...no, actually, looking at the tree it could be very doable even by her with the right amount of leverage...barring her lack of physical ability it shouldn't be too impossible to do it. She could easily do it in fact...probably. She'd just have to use the small grooves in the bark of the tree as small footholds to help her ascent, and if she could use her arms as to hold the back of the tree while she moved up-

before she could finish her thought, a swat on her butt caused Charlotte to go completely red in the face, looking over at Cait with a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and obvious disapproval as she hopped a few steps away from the other woman.

...right. She was probably just telling her to hurry up.

With an irritated huff, Charlotte walked over to the tree and inspected the truck herself. Right. Easy enough. She'd just need to use physics to her advantage here. She wrapped her arms around the truck, holding it tightly as she braced her legs against it and attempted a makeshift 'walk' up the truck. It was going fairly well for a few feet, until she slipped and fell right back to the ground, landing on her butt. She glared up at the tree in a somewhat childish looking manner, determined to conquer this looming obstacle on her path.

A few more attempts were made with varying success.

The next, she made similar progress, but one of her hands slipped off of the smooth bark, causing her to slide along the trunk and fall off, landing against the trunk of the tree with her head on the ground and her back against it. With a convenient coconut being dislodged and landing right on her butt again.

Another attempt had Charlotte make it a little further, but this time her foot slipped off the bark. She slid around, landing on her back in the sand. Well, at least nothing - gah! Something pinched her butt! After standing up, she reached for the offending object to find a rather grumpy looking crab firmly lodged onto her backside. She forcefully dislodged the crab, glaring at it before tossing it off in a random direction and making another attempt.

Eventually after a few more attempts, and a fairly sore buttocks, the young alchemist finally managed to get to the top of the palm tree, within arms reach of the coconuts. She just had to grab one.

Just

A bit

closer

Keeping her body close to the trunk, she shimmied along and reached for a coconut. At least up here it was much easier to keep balance, since most palm trees seemed to have a tendency to curve towards a side at this height. After a few seconds of reaching, she finally got her hands on her first coconut. A small feeling of excitement was short lived as she forgot exactly where she was, and after doing a little victory pose...slid right back down the trunk of the palm tree, landing on the ground on her back once again, hugging the coconut tightly to her chest.

This was her coconut, and she was gonna eat it and that Caitriona couldn't have it.

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Gwynn~

Gwynn was glad Luna didn't try and stop her. That would have made things much more difficult than they already were, and she was not looking forward to have to explain anything to the knight. It'd only end badly like everything else currently had. She quickly made her way towards the edge of the campus, heading towards the school teleportation building, both letters firmly clenched in her hands as arrived, only taking a moment to catch her breath before walking in the doors.

As it was early morning and most students weren't using it for whatever normal reasons they would, it didn't take Gwynn long to get to where she needed to go. After waiting a few minutes, she was ushered into the back of the building towards a smaller room. She watched the teleportation circle light up as those who worked it made slight adjustments before giving her the go ahead.

a hesitant step and deep breath carried her over the border of the circle, and in an instant was leagues away from Maoin.

A few seconds later, Maoin would feel the familiar bond being severed.

~Livia~

"Do you now?" Livia's voice sounded a bit like she was questioning that statement about Maoin wanting the best for her, but said nothing else. She simply took a sip of the tea Maoin prepared. She certainly was skilled at this whole serving thing, wasn't she? Gwynn definitely had a keeper...she might have taken her for herself, if she didn't already have Fia. Unlike Gwynn, she didn't particularly have any qualms with someone being too...emotionally dependent on her. Made for a good servant, among other things.

"Aha, don't worry dear. I was taking today off, and when Gwynn came to talk to me this morning I could hardly turn her down. She's been working quite hard as a servant you know. She's actually fairly decent at the whole cleaning thing, barring the occasional accident with soap." Livia chuckled lightly, briefly turning her head to look over her shoulder. Well, Gwynn had made it to the teleportation room then. She supposed pleasantries were over with, then.

"But...I must confess it is not Gwynn I wish to see, but rather you." Livia continued, voice taking a much more business like tone. "We should probably discuss what happened last night...and what is currently happening. I must say I do not approve of what Gwynn is doing at the moment, but given the circumstances I think it was the best she could do for the both of you."

~Cynthia~

"The demon princess is quite...troublesome." Cynthia commented rather dismissively as she walked into her room. The room itself was plainly decorated. A large, queen sized bed sat against the middle of the far wall. A small vanity with various makeup tools and other such items was located next to it in a corner, and what looked to be a writing desk sat in the other. Several bookshelves lined the walls on the right of the room, of various educational purposes and some a bit more leisurely in nature - though nothing 'vulgar' as Mugi put it. At the foot of the bed was a locked, plain oak chest that seemed well worn and used. The floor was covered in a thick, plush white carpet.

"It is not much, but make yourself at home." Cynthia walked over to the bookshelves, thin fingers moving over the shelves as they searched for one of the books she wanted. A simple book meant to help show one how to write better. It was meant for nothing other than reference if she couldn't do it herself, but she was confident in her abilities. After finding it, she sat it on the writing desk. After collecting some paper and a pen, she motioned for Mugi to sit at the desk. "Learning to write, would be the easiest way for you to learn to read."

~Library~
???

Oh dear oh dear.

This was bad.

Very very bad.

The veritable tower of books loomed over her, ready to fall at any second and create such a sea of chaos and disorganization that she'd never be able to recover. Not to mention, the poor books would hurt themselves in the fall! The small woman pushed the books back into place, having to hold them there. After a few seconds of struggling with the books, she finally managed to stabilize the pile, slumping against the pile, straightening her disheveled glasses with a tired sigh.

"Ooh, that is the last time I am taking so long off from the Library! I swear I am the only one who can do anything remotely well around here! Everything is so disorganized and-Hhhhnnn." The woman whined, pouting as she thought of all the horrible things someone did to her precious books while she was in Egypt. At least that trip had been greatly educational. Before she could say anything else though, another pile of books that had been precariously stacked was starting to wobble. Leaping quickly into action, the woman started trying to stabilize that pile.

Only for the other one to start wobbling again.

"Eep! Oh dear oh dear oh dear I'm going to be so incredibly late to deliver my findings to the headmistress at this rate!" In an attempt to stop the books from committing literary suicide, she stretched out one of her legs, placing the heel of it against the pile.

Good.

Now she just had to stabilize this pile and she'd be golden.

just

Small problem.

Every time she moved the books trembled, threatening literary murder-suicide on her poor tiny self. Welp, might as well accept her cruel fate then.

"Ah...my lovely books hath betrayed me...Oh woe is a poor little bunny..." A few seconds later, the books toppled over, burying the small woman in a heap of books.

it'd be quite the odd sight for Swen once he made his way to the entrance of the restricted section. A mountain of books, with rabbit ears sticking out of one side of them.

Superpower Mafia style RP?

Well, if either of ya want a slightly trigger happy soldier/hitman, that takes care of any problems you've got...well, here ya go~

@GingerBoi123
Here ya go. Do tell if there are problems. Haven't picked a family for her yet, so if someone wants her feel free to nab her.

Kat

"Here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna shove this gun where the sun don't shine, and fill ya full of holes. Then I'm gonna go over to the bar, get a drink, and use your body as a dart board. Capisce?"

Name:
Katherine Sinclair

Alias:
N/A
Kat does fine. She's just the muscle, don't need nor particularly want a special title. Some like to call her 'Aegis', though she's not quite sure who started that. If she finds 'em, she's gonna beat the shit out of 'em.

Age:
24

Appearance:
Short blond hair, typically cut to fall just to her shoulders, and dull bluish-grey eyes are the things people would notice about her. Standing roughly at five foot seven, thanks to her rather athletic build she can come off as a bit intimidating to some people. Her snarky, somewhat hostile demeanor doesn't help either. Aside from that, Kat has fairly obvious muscles that could likely put a few men to shame and cause them to question their own masculinity.

As far as clothing goes, She is a fan of simple attire. In her every day environment, Kat prefers easy to move in pants with sturdy boots and an airy, light shirt that can breathe easily. When on the job, her attire typically varies depending on the situation. It can go from classy clothing, to something a bit more indicative of subterfuge. Whatever gets the job done. She can often be seen smoking a cigarette, or drinking the strongest alcohol she can get her hands on.

Position:
Soldier/Hitman

Specialty:
Fighting/'taking care of problems.'

Personality:
Violent, has a bit of an anger problem, and prefers solving things with her guns rather than peaceful solutions. She's far from what one might expect of a woman in this day and age.

Despite her anger and tendency to shoot first and ask later, Kat is usually pretty friendly. To her comrades and people she works with, she's fairly amicable, though she's definitely a bit of a sarcastic jackass. Anyone is fair game for her snark and insults. Even herself, if she does something stupid. If someone has a problem with that, they can talk to either her boot or the end of her gun. Despite her rather violent and snarky behavior, mistaking her for a simple minded brute would be asking to get killed. While she isn't exactly book smarts, one doesn't live on the street as long as she has and not get clever or creative.

She is also incredibly loyal to anyone she works for. She says she'll do something, she'll do it or she'll die trying.

History:
Kat doesn't like talking much about her past. Not that its anything particularly special. She's always been a bit of a bad seed - growing up on the streets because her family was poor didn't exactly help either. She never really had much of a chance to excel or behave like a normal kid should. Not that she ever particularly cared. She had her own little gang of misfits she ran with from the time she was fifteen until she was eighteen and got up to plenty of trouble. Pissing of the cops just because she could, was one of her favorite pastimes. Vandalism, breaking and entering, and a whole slew of other misdemeanors until she turned eighteen.

It wasn't much of a surprise she ended up on the wrong side of the law afterwards either. She just got smarter about it. Jail wasn't fun. She grew up around some shady people, and asked if they had any 'work' for her of the not so glamorous kind. Calling in a favor from a friend was easy enough, and after he asked around a bit he found someone willing to give her a bit of a job. Someone had been rattin' on the family to the police, and the Godfather wanted him 'taken' care of and made an example of.

Arguably, it was a difficult request. The guy had police protection and everything, and she was just one slightly more than average skilled street urchin who had a hobby of working out and kicking people if they pissed her off. Really, she should have died - she took a bullet to the head from the guy after she took care of his police detail.

Yet, she didn't. The bullet bounced off some unseen barrier in front of her. She had no idea what happened at the time, but she didn't waste the chance to make an example of the guy like the boss wanted. She came back to a job well done and a hefty sum of money waiting for her. After that, she got a steady stream of work from them whenever they needed someone with muscle or to take care of something. She's been fascinated with this little ability of hers, and has been working on flexing the proverbial muscle for it wherever she gets the chance.

Power:
To put simply, Kat generates a localized force-field around herself. This field, forcefully rejects any sort of foreign matter that tries to get in. Basically, she's always covered in what we might call a 'shield'. Bullets bounce off, punches are halted in their tracks...she's called 'Aegis' by some for a reason. This semi-permeable field is around her at almost all times, and she has limited control over the size of it, and using her as a center she can extend it to about roughly five yards away from her in all directions. The strength of it, of course decreasing the larger it is.

Usually, though, she simply keeps the field on a more personal level - typically around herself. As it is semi-permeable to an extent, she can somewhat choose what passes through this field and what doesn't. Solid and liquids are halted typically with some difficulty, but gasses go right through it.

The field, of course, is far from impenetrable. The field can roughly withstand the same force as your average brick wall. A sufficiently high-powered gun could easily punch through it. Likewise, prolonged exposure to any continuous sort of damage has visible effects on Kats physical state. At worst, it could lead to a deadly brain hemorrhage. Strength can vary somewhat, depending on how much focus she puts into it.

Can be used somewhat offensively, as she can 'punch' something without hurting herself, since her body is covered in a durable thin layer of armor. Likewise, she can use the it to lift weight a bit outside the normal human realm rather easily, though it puts a great strain on her abilities and at most she could stop/lift roughly 250lbs~ of force.

She assumes she could theoretically get better with time and practice.

Extra:
- Likes Mexican and spicy, exotic foods.
- Has been at least somewhat trained in close quarters combat.
- Can reasonably well do some breaking and entering.

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

---

Charlotte couldn't help but to still be somewhat wary of the girl. Still, as tired as she was when she finally managed to get to sleep by taking off her cloak and using it as a makeshift pillow, she slept hard. The events leading up to being here were quite a strain on her, and she had little time to rest between leaving Astril, finding a ship, and then sailing out her on short notice.

The next day, Charlotte slept until noon, and didn't leave the cave much. Instead, she set up her alchemy equipment. A small number of glass instruments had been placed placed at the side, near the area where Charlotte had been sleeping. She was glad the Native was with her, Caitriona or something she said her name was. As suspicious as she was...well, maybe she could afford to be a bit more trusting. The rest of the day had passed relatively easily, with Charlotte only venturing out briefly to take a mental note of the surrounding area.

---

Unfortunately for Caitriona, Charlotte didn't seem to want to wake easily. As physically unable as she was, physical exhaustion of any sort tended to make her more than a little tired for a few days. As the native shook her, Charlotte merely rolled over, muttering something in her native language. When the water hit her face though, Charlotte's eyes opened and the taller girl gave a small, startled yelp and shot straight up - and slammed her head into the roof of the cave.

"Och-gamóto! Caitriona!" What sounded like a curse word left Charlottes lips loudly. The womans hands quickly shot to the top of her head, rubbing the forming bruise and shooting the native a glare that would make a bear think twice. "Ti sto ónoma tou ieroú bóxer Astril pou káneis?!" Realizing her words would likely fall on deaf ears, Charlotte simply turned to glowering at the offending nuisance that woke her up, still holding the top of her head.

Great way to start the day. With a headache.

Today was going to be fun. Ugh, she wondered if there was any poisonous plants around here...