Rune_Alchemist

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink

Hrm, I'll try and get a post up later this evening.

Been feeling a bit drained lately, sorry for the hold up.

After humans

~Silana~

Location: Northern Slums, cultist Hideout

"Well...today has been interesting." The now mannequin like person commented, studying her immaculate hands intently. As she moved, her body made a few clacking noises as the artificial looking joints slid against one another. "What about you, Casey dear? Enjoying not ending up like a blubbering pile of flesh like the other guy, hm?" It was nice to hear her voice hadn't changed any.

"By the dark lords unholy soiled knickers that was terrifying." The green haired person said as they sat in the corner of a room, back against the wall. Taloned claws scratched at the ground beneath her nervously. "I-is it over?"

"Hmm, seems to be. Most of the others seem to have vacated the premises...it's probably a good thing we were the only ones here for now otherwise things might have gotten a bit messy. Shame about what happened to poor Victor. When my skin started falling off I thought I was going to die, but I rather like this change, heh! No more having to take care of such fickle skin and wasting money on skin care products." She chuckled, looking around the large mostly empty room.

A series of benches had been erected in the hall, mimicking a church of some sort. At the end was an altar where an old coffin of some sort was laid out. It was sat up, leaning against the wall. It was where the people of this clandestine little cult gathered for their little...study sessions, heh.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying other peoples misery." Casey darkly replied. "Charming, really." The other girl shivered, and not from drug withdrawals. "I'm just glad it's over-"

Suddenly, a loud thumping noise was heard from the coffin, causing the girl to freeze.

"..."

A few seconds of silence passed and it happened again.

"NOPE NOPE I'M OUT GONE NOT STAYING HERE." She jumped to her feet, nearly barreling over the older woman before Allyn rolled her eyes, grabbing the other girl by the collar of her torn jacket.

"Oh come ooon, where's your sense of adventure?"

"No no you put me down right now you she-devil!"

"Cute words coming from someone who's part of a demonic cult."

"G-gahh, just put me down already!"

"But torturing you is so much fun, Casey."

"I swear to the great lord of whatever the fuck you worship I'm going to kill you." Before the other woman could reply, the coffin lid was finally torn off its hinges. Whatever the two had been expecting, it was not a pile of some sort of sludge looking thing with bones sticking out of it, unmoving.

"Poke it." Allyn shoved Casey closer, quickly causing the other woman's eyes to widen and shout in displeasure before quickly jumping away from whatever it was.

"You do it. I'm not getting anywhere near that." Before she could reply further, the odd sludge like liquid shivered, quickly moving and coalescing into a somewhat human like shape. It...looked oddly like a little girl, except one made out of some sort of dark sludge and had red, thorny protrusions coming out of her body.

"...Ugh." One woman looked on with obvious curiosity, the other with apprehension and fear. For the moment, whoever and whatever it was, didn't seem to particularly notice them. If anything, it seemed to be studying its own body very intently. Its bright blue eyes scanned its sludge like body, a frown barely being noticeable being made out on her lips. A look of confusion followed by a frown of obvious annoyance.

"...You there." She swiftly turned her head towards the two woman. "Where am I?"

"New Ark, underground base of your most firm believers your unholiness."

"Allyn what are you-!" Casey was silenced swiftly by a hand being shoved over their mouth.

"...and you are?"

"Allyn and Casey! Yours to do with as you please, your goopy evilness!" Silana didn't reply, merely looked at her own body again. It seemed...whatever happened, she had ceased being human. She couldn't remember. She remembered falling into a bog of some sort and blacking out...did she die? Was she in hell or something? Odd, she thought Hell would be much worse than this. Whatever it was, it was annoying...as were these two fools that stood before her. She thought briefly about just ending any relation between them here and now, but something the talkative one mentioned intrigued her.

"My most firm believers?" She questioned in an emotionless voice.

"Sure you just, your unholy goopiness. That coffin held our peoples dead prophet! And you came out of it so that makes you our unquestionable leader!"

"Allyn this is a bad idea."

"Ignore the chicken."

"...so you'll do everything I say, then?" A small, not exactly nice smirk formed on the sludge person's lips.

"Indeed! Everyone that is still alive will follow you unquestioningly...well...once we find them, heh. Most seem to have scattered or have been reduced to a pile of fleshy goop."

"I see..." She had...missed a lot, hadn't she? What had exactly happened while she was asleep? And where was this 'New Ark'? She was by no means a prophet at all, but it was difficult to remember anything. Silana started walking...or at least, tried too. Seemed her legs weren't working so well. She had an upper body and arms that seemed to be able to reasonably grasp things and work well enough, but her lower half seemed to just be a pile of sludge. Hm, she'd work on that for now...

The slime turned her head towards the talkative one.

"I wish to go outside."

"Ah, this way then~" Silana followed the odd puppet looking thing down a series of hallways, and against her better judgement Casey followed at a reasonable distance. It didn't take long for Allyn to lead her towards an exit in the slums. "Here we are, lord of evil goopiness!~" Silana turned her head towards the woman, giving her a deadpan expression.

"...quit saying 'Goop'" She commanded in her evidently usual emotionless voice. Before she could reply though, Silana exited the tunnels and into the slums above.

"Great, she's gone now lets leave ourselves. I'm not sticking around for whatever the fuck that was gets back..."

"Hmm? Leave? Out there? Heh, you realize that's probably a bad idea. These tunnels are probably one of the most safe places in the area."

"...damn you and your logic. Gah. Fine! I'll be seeing if I can contact any of the others over the net..."

---

A few minutes after leaving the hideout, Silana was slowly making her way down the street of the slums. Everything was so...different? She had no idea what she was even seeing. It was almost as if she was in an entirely different world! It was so much to take in, even if everything was obscured by a heavy layer of dust and debris. Various theories and reasons as to what happened came to her head, but she couldn't confirm or deny any of them. All she could do was possibly find another person and ask.

...but then, those two definitely weren't humans. So maybe there weren't any humans around? Well, whatever. The next semi-sentient thing she saw she'd 'ask' for a little information. She supposed she could have asked those two, but they were annoying. The only value they had at the moment was that the talkative one said she'd follow whatever orders she gave her.

So for now, silana would look for someone else to speak with.

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

~Fox~

The fox frowned in thought, casting a glance over towards LeClothe. The fake kitten leaned into the pettings, but it didn't seem to do much to make the kitten less nervous from an outsiders perspective. After a few seconds, she grabbed her 'Master's hand tightly as one of her ears twitched nervously.

"M-master...I'm not...s-sure that's a good idea." She fidgeted nervously. "I'd...feel much more comfortable with you." Before Sel could reply though, a very familiar voice would make itself known in the mage's head.

"Need I remind you we're in public, m~a~s~t~e~r~." The foxes voice definitely carried a condescending and teasing tone to it. "You wouldn't want some onlooker to mistake you for upsetting this adorable little kitten, would you? Or maybe you don't care if you're the type of person that's perceived to make adorable little familiars cry and be uncomfortable. Heh, now that would be funny."

"Master," The fox spoke aloud again, her overly sweet voice easily masking whatever other conversation she was having silently with the mage. She cast another glance over to LeClothe. "Please?"

~Miren~

"W-well, if another customer comes in I'll have to help them," Miren smiled. "But looking and touching is free as long as you don't damage the books. If you want to buy one or rent one, that will cost you." Miren looked over to the counter for a few seconds before adding. "Just...don't do it that often. I have to make a living too, hehe." She chuckled nervously.

"Anyways, books regarding spirits, specifically spirits from your homeland should be around here. I have materials organized by region, and then topic, then sorted alphabetically by author so I think that should make things simple enough."

~Livia~

Livia shook her head with an amused smile. Well, she might as well invite the girl herself then. Livia returned to her desk, taking out a blank piece of writing paper and wrote a brief note. She handed it off to one of her spirits, who quickly left and went to find its intended target. Not long after, there was a knock at the headmistress' study's door and in typical fashion, Gwynn opened the door and walked in. The hydra shoved her way past Gwynn and bolted into the room, making an immediate beeline right for where Fia was working.

"Oho, you're nothing if not swift." Livia chuckled.

"Heh, you offered to take that brat off my hands for a bit. 'Course I'm gonna take ya up that offer." Gwynn chuckled. "You be good for Livia, 'aight Ritsa? I gotta do some stuff around town and stop 'em fools that calls themselves my crew from gettin' up to no good. I'll be back this afternoon, alright?"

"Fia!~" Ritsa seemed completely unaware of what was being said to her, causing Gwynn to chuckle lightly before waving bye and walking out the door. "Let's play, lets play!"

After humans

@Shoryu

Alright, two 'NPC's for ya. I'll probably just use them as side characters to Sil mostly, if the situation calls for it. If there's problems, do tell. I'll get my first post up tonight sometime, but I need a break from the computer for a bit

Allyn Nolan

Name: Allyn Nolan

Apparent Age: Ageless. Eerily so.
Actual Age: 34
Former Species: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 143lbs
Appearance:
Before her transformation Allyn was well, considered to be quite the beautiful person. She spent many a day in the more wealthy parts of the city, specifically the Seventh ring and the High-Class district. She was used to living a life in the lap of luxury - she was an escort, after all. She wore expensive dresses, and her flame-red hair caught the attention of many a man and woman. Her vanity and fickleness were quite the talk among the more wealthy people.

New Species: Marionette/Puppet thing
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 50lbs~
Appearance:

Marionette/doll thing

Allyn's new form is something that seems to be right out of a horror game. That is, she's basically a sentient mannequin or doll. Granted, an extremely well crafted one - its joints able to move extremely freely as any human body would. Cherry red hair adorns her head, with blue eyes that observe her surroundings. Her 'skin' seems to be completely white. A mane of red soft, fur like material rests around her neck indicating some clearly odd happenings...though the most odd would be the large, fleshy, tail that extends from her back-side. Its a large, muscle thing with sharp fangs and teeth on the end of it. She seems to have control over the appendage and use it almost as another arm.

She is, however, able to retract the fleshy appendage back inside of her now hollow body making it somewhat concealable. The appendage itself is incredibly strong, its tough hide being able to shrug off bullets and its teeth able to crush metal beams.

Doesn't wear clothing...since...she sorta doesn't need it any more. Still likes fancy dresses, though.

Personality:
Allyn was both incredibly fickle, vain, confident, and she still is. Her beauty and rather choosy nature made her quite the prize for anyone who asked for her services. She's not a bad person by any means, though. Aside from these traits, she's incredibly friendly most of the time and doesn't take life too seriously. She likes poking fun at people and endlessly teases them. Just don't insult her appearance, or get in the way of her business.

You'll find out just how ruthless she can be when eliminating competition.

She has a healthy love for anything occult as well, and is how she got started in this little cult.

Location: Northern Second Ring, inside of a 'cult's' hideout.
Status: Teasing the chicken and toying with the slime.

Secrets:
No one really knows her history. Doesn't like sharing it. She just sort of showed up one day on the scene.

Was, in fact, married. Doesn't really care too much about what happened to her spouse though.

Assets:
Knows a few...stashes used by the upper elites to store their less than legal items. Not that she's going to be able to get there any time soon, but it could come in handy. Likewise, knows the high class district like a second home, and where all the expensive toys are kept and could easily get in with only minor hassle.

The Cult's hideout, of course. As one of the more prominent members of the small-time cult, she knows all the ins and outs of the series of tunnels and basements.

Possessions:
Roughly 600,000 creds on her person at the moment.
Highly advanced smart-phone.

Equipment:
Modified handgun, she used for self defense. Its been silenced, and modified for greater fire-rate over armor penetration. Used mostly for fleshy targets, as that's mostly whats he dealt with if she had to.

Whatever her new body is made out of, is durable enough to shrug off small-arms fire and is able to contort in ways human bodies wouldn't be able to. Turn her head 360 degrees, etc. Things like that. It's not going to be a substitute for actual armor, but for now it'll help with survival.

Story:
Whatever Allyn was before she became an escort, she's not telling.

What is known, is that she showed up on the scene one day in the company of a wealthy businessman to a rather high-class party. Some people mistook her for his daughter. Some ignored, but those that were curious asked about her. The man simply said that she was just his escort for the evening and wouldn't say anything more than that. She quickly became quite the popular little mistress for interested parties.

The truth is sometimes much less grandiose than some might imagine, though, and the truth is rather simple. She was just a simple girl who was down on her luck and wanted to make both money and a name for herself so she did exactly that. With the help of some fake IDs, highly advanced surgery she inserted herself seamlessly into the high life of New Ark. She's all but forgot who she was before, because she doesn't want to remember. She never wants to go back to being poor and powerless.

How she got involved with this rather odd cult and their shenanigans, was simply because curiosity of their sometimes less than savory practices that sometimes involved a bit of...bloody involvements.

Casey Aston

Name: Casey Aston
Apparent Age: 28
Actual Age: 23
Former Species: Human
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 134lbs
Appearance:
Casey used to have a fairly similar appearance to their current one, though they were somewhat smaller and a bit less lanky than they were. Scrawny, could be the word used to describe them. Blond hair with dark bags under their eyes from insomnia and staying up way too much later than they should playing video games and spending much of their time simply wasting away in the slums, trying to drown out the constant struggles of life.

New Species: Chicken Raptor?
Height:5'7"
Weight:134" lbs
Appearance:

Chicken dino thing

After the transformation, Casey ended up looking like some odd mix of chicken and dinosaur. 'harpy' is the closest thing they could come up with. They grew a few feet taller, giving their already lanky appearance a bit more of an unsettling vibe. Small feathery wings that are useful only for gliding grow from their arms, their fingernails of which end with sharp talons now. A small reptillian tail extends from their waist.

Normally, Casey can be seen wearing thick clothing and jackets.

Personality:
It must have been some cosmic joke, that Casey ended up looking a bit like a chicken after this whole thing went down - because that's exactly what Casey is. They are the exact opposite of the word 'brave' in every word. While Casey is incredibly smart and for the most part boats incredible intelligence and otherwise preternatural aptitude with both robotics and computers, they are a huge, huge, coward. Casey tends to avoid conflict, and is a bit on the twitchy side. Easily startled and otherwise not exactly all that good under pressure, except in very rare circumstances.

Location: Northern Second Ring, inside of a 'cult's' hideout.
Status: Cowering in the hideout.

Secrets:
Is in fact, known across the internet as a very well informed information broker, as well as a hacker.
Suffers from Chronic insomnia
Is addicted to Rush.
Actually somewhat trained in self defense, and those legs are actually fairly powerful and allow for some fairly good agility and acrobatics.

Assets:
Several stashes across the slums, with various supplies and electrical components.
Knowledge of robotics, machines, and how to fix and repair them.
Is a natural hacker and with computers.

Possessions:
A high-end portable computer.

Equipment:
Modified Stun Gun. A standard issue personal self-defense form, except modified to allow for higher amps that could effectively kill a person without sufficient shielding. Has a bit of a charge up time, but is fairly effective should she have need to defend himself.

Middle-ground Holo implant. Modified by Casey using jury rigged software and custom apps, effectively allowing it to run quite similarly to a high-quality one. Its basically his lives work, and she has been working on it for awhile and constantly upgrading it. If she ever manages to get her feathery mitts on a high-end one, you bet your feathery butt he'll be after it.

Story:
Casey's life isn't all to interesting. Born in the slums to a pair of hard-working, but otherwise unremarkable parents Casey has never had much growing up, and spent most of their time using the net. They got involved in the cult for a number of reasons.

A: Easy access to Rush
B: They basically paid her to recruit people through the net, as well as pilfer credits from certain business on the internet.

In short, it was the perfect gig for the shut-in who really didn't do much else besides spend their lives on the computer. Whatever else they did, he didn't particularly care too much. If they wanted to go all 'BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD' every once in awhile, she didn't care one bit as long as he got paid and access to drugs.

---

And a post

A bit late on that, but anyways, have Casey and Allyn do their usual comedy routine.

inSINerate - Our Unending War

~Cerise~

---

As Cerise sat and waited, time seemed to slow to a crawl as the thorny vines of Versomme gnawed at the back of her consciousness. Perhaps only for her - she doubted the simpleton known as Yui would feel any such annoyances. Still, she was in control here. She wouldn't give in so easily to those urges from the demon. Instead, she stood and stretched. As long as she could keep moving and have something else to focus on for a bit, she could silence the demon.

"Ha," She smirked, walking over the now blood-soaked ground. "I wonder if they'll come back dead, hmm?" She chuckled. "I have to admit, I'm getting a little impatient. I have half a mind to go Tyrant hunting regardless of some distress signal..." Besides, the longer she went without indulging the demon, the more sheer satisfaction she and it both felt...at least, that's what she told herself to try and placate the beast at times. It would be quite difficult for Yui to tell that she was being a little antsy because of Versomme, though it wouldn't be impossible to pick up that something was bothering the redhead.

But again, all daybreakers were victims of such annoyances at times. Either way, if things took much longer to get started Cerise was going to do something regardless.

inSINerate - Our Unending War

@ERode

I was gonna post today after asking if Yui was going to respond.

Expect a post within a few hours~

EDIT:
And a post. Cerise is feeling annoyed and might just to find something fun to do...and maybe find a tasty snack or two.

After humans

Silana Delacroix

Name: Silana Delacroix
Apparent Age: Mid teens, around 14-17.
Actual Age: She doesn't know, but she was alive during the medieval times, however long ago that was.
Former Species: Human
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:
Silana's old appearance was one might expect of an old world peasant girl. She was nothing of note, with long blond hair though many did comment she was quite the fair lass back in olden times. She had a frail and dainty build, and was often considered to be quite attractive in the area where she lived. Pale, nearly flawless white skin and bright blue eyes. Unfortunately, the girl and her mother were branded heretical witches.

New Species: Necrotic Slime
Height: 5'2", but fluctuates.
Weight: Roughly 112 lbs, but can change depending on how much stuff she's absorbed.
Appearance:

Slimey Slime

Typically standing at a fairly short 5'2, her amorphous body allows her to change her height and weight ever so slightly, depending on how exactly much liquid and other material she's absorbed. Her body is completely black, with bright blue eyes - though if one were to look closely they would notice bones floating beneath the liquid - likely ones from her old body, floating in the goop that makes up her new body. The only one that seems to be consistent is her skull, which stays firmly planted where it should be. Red, soft and pliable protrusions can be seen growing from various places on her body.

Her body is slightly caustic to the touch - not enough to hurt from short exposure, but over time the liquid could cause minor burns. It's also slightly sticky, and constantly dripping.

Personality:
Unfortunately, much of Silana's old personality has corroded due to time and her recent resurrection. While not overly expressive, she's quiet most of the time and speaks only if needed such as in intimidation or communication. Often, she wears a smirk or curious smile if not a completely neutral expression. Some even might say she can be a little bit of a tease at times. At first glance, she is usually fairly sadistic in her mannerisms, and greatly loves teasing and toying with people. She seems to be easily annoyed, especially when people insult her or otherwise make fun of her, and seems to be a very prideful being.

Sil is incredibly intelligent and seemingly knows how to work people and get things done well enough.

Really doesn't like people.

Location: Northern Second Ring, inside of a 'cult's' hideout.
Status: Recently resurrected Slime, and 'Cult leader'....?

Secrets:
Has been dead for a long while. Really isn't in the know about how technology works. Tends to confuse her.
Is secretly really into romance stories.
Did I mention she's been elected leader of a small cult? Yeah, she has been. Not that anyone is going to know this.

Assets:
Abso-fuckin-lutely nothing. Well, aside from a Cult 'Hideout' that consists of a series of underground basements in the slums. Can be accessed via a number of buildings above ground through a series of old tunnels.

Possessions:
...does her slimey body count? no? Then she has nothing to her name aside from her bones. Technically, everything and everyone in the cult belongs to her though.

Equipment:
Does slimey slime count?

Story:
Years ago, before the corporations were even a thing, back before the modern age there was a small village in the countryside where a woman and her daughter lived. The woman was...odd, to say the least, at least that's what the rest of the people in the village believed. A medicine woman. Alchemist. Witch, were just some of the many names that they called her by. For the most part, they left the both of them alone. After all, if she was a dangerous witch it wouldn't do to anger her. Not that it lasted, of course. Fear makes people do funny things sometimes and whether she actually was a witch or not became irrelevant.

They ran both her and her daughter out of town, convinced both were consorting with demons. During the chase, mother and daughter became separated. The villagers found the daughter, and the girl fell into a bog where she became trapped and they executed her. The mother, exasperated gave up. As she was executed for witchcraft though, she cursed the villagers that one day her daughter would return - and kill every single one of them. Fearful of what demonic power the woman's words may potentially hold, they went back to the bog the next day, but the body was gone. Of course, it didn't just get up and walk away. A small group of mystics living in the village recovered the body and entombed it, waiting for the day the curse would come true.

Of course, it never did.

At least, not until the proverbial apocalypse happened.

The coffin and body had more or less been passed around as an oddity for most of known history until it was donated to a museum some years ago. Then it was stolen by a small-time cult, just for giggles shortly before the apocalypse.

After humans

@Shoryu

Yep, I don't plan for a lot of them to still be around.

just those in the immediate area.

I'll get a post up, though, as well as work on a few sheets for any relevant NPCs still around the cult.

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

~Fox~

"Master is so very considerate." The fox replied sweetly, taking the uniform. That said...she wasn't entirely keen on wearing something so outlandishly servile. She fidgeted uncomfortably where she stood for a few seconds before hesitatingly speaking. "But, master...this little kitten doesn't know anything and is awfully clumsy - she was just...made after all. Could my ever so gracious master help this servant learn?"

Whether Sel did or not was irrelevant. If she didn't, she could easily feign emotion and if Sel did, she would still be interrupting her so it wouldn't matter too much.

~Miren~

"A-ah, you don't need to pay me for information." Miren replied quickly. "W-well, you'll need to pay me for the books of you want them but if you don't have money...erm." Miren wasn't entirely sure about what she could ask for. "If you want to stay here and read them or study with them, you can." She continued after a few seconds of thought. "I'd be more than happy to help with your research, too."

~Livia~

"Oh, dear," Livia laughed. "You should go out and get messy more often. That's what most children your age do. If you want someone to be with you, I'm certain that Hydra will be more than happy to play with you more, heh." The headmistress hummed quietly for a few moments before continuing. "Do you want to play with her today, too, dear? I can ask Gwynn to stop by."

After humans

@Shoryu

Allllright, here we go. If she gets accepted I'll go into more detail about this little cult and maybe make a few characters for it and whatnot. They're gonna be great.

And by great, I mean comically incompetent.

Silana Delacroix

Name: Silana Delacroix
Apparent Age: Mid teens, around 14-17.
Actual Age: She doesn't know, but she was alive during the medieval times, however long ago that was.
Former Species: Human
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:
Silana's old appearance was one might expect of an old world peasant girl. She was nothing of note, with long blond hair though many did comment she was quite the fair lass back in olden times. She had a frail and dainty build, and was often considered to be quite attractive in the area where she lived. Pale, nearly flawless white skin and bright blue eyes. Unfortunately, the girl and her mother were branded heretical witches.

New Species: Necrotic Slime
Height: 5'2", but fluctuates.
Weight: Roughly 112 lbs, but can change depending on how much stuff she's absorbed.
Appearance:

Slimey Slime

Typically standing at a fairly short 5'2, her amorphous body allows her to change her height and weight ever so slightly, depending on how exactly much liquid and other material she's absorbed. Her body is completely black, with bright blue eyes - though if one were to look closely they would notice bones floating beneath the liquid - likely ones from her old body, floating in the goop that makes up her new body. The only one that seems to be consistent is her skull, which stays firmly planted where it should be. Red, soft and pliable protrusions can be seen growing from various places on her body.

Her body is slightly caustic to the touch - not enough to hurt from short exposure, but over time the liquid could cause minor burns. It's also slightly sticky, and constantly dripping.

Personality:
Unfortunately, much of Silana's old personality has corroded due to time and her recent resurrection. While not overly expressive, she's quiet most of the time and speaks only if needed such as in intimidation or communication. Often, she wears a smirk or curious smile if not a completely neutral expression. Some even might say she can be a little bit of a tease at times. At first glance, she is usually fairly sadistic in her mannerisms, and greatly loves teasing and toying with people. She seems to be easily annoyed, especially when people insult her or otherwise make fun of her, and seems to be a very prideful being.

Sil is incredibly intelligent and seemingly knows how to work people and get things done well enough.

Really doesn't like people.

Location: Northern Second Ring, inside of a 'cult's' hideout.
Status: Recently resurrected Slime, and 'Cult leader'....?

Secrets:
Has been dead for a long while. Really isn't in the know about how technology works. Tends to confuse her.
Is secretly really into romance stories.
Did I mention she's been elected leader of a small cult? Yeah, she has been. Not that anyone is going to know this.

Assets:
Abso-fuckin-lutely nothing. Well, aside from a Cult 'Hideout' that consists of a series of underground basements in the slums. Can be accessed via a number of buildings above ground through a series of old tunnels.

Possessions:
...does her slimey body count? no? Then she has nothing to her name aside from her bones. Technically, everything and everyone in the cult belongs to her though.

Equipment:
Does slimey slime count?

Story:
Years ago, before the corporations were even a thing, back before the modern age there was a small village in the countryside where a woman and her daughter lived. The woman was...odd, to say the least, at least that's what the rest of the people in the village believed. A medicine woman. Alchemist. Witch, were just some of the many names that they called her by. For the most part, they left the both of them alone. After all, if she was a dangerous witch it wouldn't do to anger her. Not that it lasted, of course. Fear makes people do funny things sometimes and whether she actually was a witch or not became irrelevant.

They ran both her and her daughter out of town, convinced both were consorting with demons. During the chase, mother and daughter became separated. The villagers found the daughter, and the girl fell into a bog where she became trapped and they executed her. The mother, exasperated gave up. As she was executed for witchcraft though, she cursed the villagers that one day her daughter would return - and kill every single one of them. Fearful of what demonic power the woman's words may potentially hold, they went back to the bog the next day, but the body was gone. Of course, it didn't just get up and walk away. A small group of mystics living in the village recovered the body and entombed it, waiting for the day the curse would come true.

Of course, it never did.

At least, not until the proverbial apocalypse happened.

The coffin and body had more or less been passed around as an oddity for most of known history until it was donated to a museum some years ago. Then it was stolen by a small-time cult, just for giggles shortly before the apocalypse.