Sixsmith

Mass Effect: Wanted

Dervish said
Nope! Everything looks a-okay. Although, in the cases of players dropping, run by writing out the character ideas by me first next time. :PSo, how go the posts people?

Aw, no surprise deaths for people who aren't here anymore. :( Was really hoping Loral could operate on someone and then they suddenly die and he has a new cadaver to experiment on.

I'll be working on a post sometime this Thursday. I sadly was given a shift for late night tonight and then early morning tomorrow. ;_; Well, I mean, early for me, at least.

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

I'ma throw my face into the RP and express interest through this CS of mine that I just now finished. If it's glaringly terrible grammar/spelling wise, then I will definitely edit it. I'll probably edit regardless when I have the time. I actually have a busy week up until Thursday. ;_; Or rather early evening Wednesday. Which isn't too bad, but I probably won't be able to edit it out until then... so, my apologies if it's sooper gross looking right now.

I also may have gotten carried away with the weapon attributes and will probably change that. Maybe. I mean, unless Vicier says it's okay... I dunno... *shrug* Nyeh, I'm too tired to figure it out right now. D:

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Personal Information
Name:
Raleigh Holter Theron
Alias/ Nickname (If Any):
Rye, Holt, Doe, Buck, Hart
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Cabin:
Three
Appearance (Prefer Picture):


Family
Godly Parent:
Poseidon, God of the oceans, horses, and earthquakes.
Human Parent:
Laela Kapahu Theron; Mother; A Professor of Oceanography born in San Francisco, California and raised in Honolulu, Hawaii
George Theron; Step-father; Fisherman
Legacy:
Ὠρίων - Orion, the giant huntsman, made into a constellation by Zeus.

General Information
Personality:
An extremely tidy individual, Raleigh is quiet and reserved, preferring the comfort of a good book, a warm blanket, and a cozy fire over the company of others. Raleigh is akin to the calm of the seas, very methodical and often graceful in his movement. He appreciates serenity and predictability, because he finds it difficult to maintain that under a lot of circumstances. Vulnerability is both seen as a weakness and a strength to him; it gives him the opportunity to see and feel the beauty of the world, but it gives people an opening to truly hurt him. But, Raleigh likes that about himself, even if it leads to an unpredictable roller coaster of emotions and can put him under great duress during stressful times.

Regardless, that doesn't quite mean he's a social person, as he's still rather reserved (however difficult it is to maintain that when he lets most of the emotions he feels show). Raleigh doesn't mind people, in fact he likes people, for the most part, he just doesn't like interacting with them. Something about observing others, being on the sidelines, just watching appeals to Raleigh more that social interaction. People intrigue him, though he often tells himself that it's the idea of how he perceives people that interests him. In fact, some even go in so far to say that Raleigh is purely romantic; he thinks more grandly, more passionately, and more surreal than others around him. He sees things in a different shade, a less realistic shade, than what the world gives him and that can be both endearing and dangerous, especially in regards to being too trusting, though his reserved nature aids him in withdrawing the eyes of those who would do seek to use him.

There have been more stories he's written and books he's read than people he's made friends with and that's in due part to where he was raised. Being isolated either isolates one further, or holds back a being waiting to be released. Unfortunately for Raleigh, when exposed to the populated world of America, he wasn't the type to go thrive and crave (almost dangerously for some) for socialization and anything different. He became more reserved and cautious, but also more intrigued. He would overstep his boundaries by a fraction to see or hear or smell, but never would he go too far. He preferred to feel and see how other people reacted, rather than participate himself. The world was a giant experiment and he felt the need to conduct it, or at least part of it, realizing that he was just a minuscule part of it all.

Raleigh was a lot like the oceans of his home town, calm and serene; the eerie beauty of the horizon; the giant bustle of a coral reef; and the gentle waves. He preferred the laziness of the coast as he saw it and he relished in the lapping of the waves. It shaped him more than he'd like to admit.
Likes:
The ocean, writing, the sound of waves hitting the shore, the reflection of the moon in the water, being cozy, reading, watermelon smoothies, exotic sea food (especially sushi), hearing the bustle of a large crowd, noisy parks
Dislikes:
Nosiness, thunder, unsweetened coffee, the lingering odor of cigarettes, anything that assaults the nose (minus wasabi), too much perfume/cologne, tight spaces, getting peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth, and brain freezes.
Talents:
-Exceptionally skilled at archery and tracking
-Endurance swimming and running
-Stealth
-Cooking
-Evasion
-Writing
-Surprisingly skilled at giving public presentations
-Psychology
Biography:
It wasn't actually too difficult to deduce what had happened, especially with how Raleigh turned out, but life in denial is an easy one. Raleigh's supposed father, a fisherman who often went on long journeys of the coast of Honolulu, just twenty or so minutes from their hometown of Waipahu, Hawaii and not too far from the University his mother taught at (both parents had moved there when they were younger, Laela from California who was only 1/8 Hawaiian and George from Alaska). Being centered near a large city, especially one often populated by tourists, meant many different faces walked the halls of Chaminade University of Honolulu or at least the surrounding areas. During one of Raleigh's father's trips, his mother had a small affair with what she assumed was another professor. Upon George's arrival, Laela had found out she was pregnant and it wasn't hard to know that George wasn't the father, however, the time she'd conceived was wide enough to fool Raleigh's father. George didn't suspect anything, either because he didn't want to or he truly believed Raleigh was his child. It wasn't too difficult to think otherwise, but being told one was the father of a child did many things to the mind. George wanted to believe Raleigh was his, so he simply did.

Life growing up wasn't that difficult, as Raleigh had pretty much whatever he needed, aside from a father to spend much time with. His dad—both of them—were often too busy with work to spend time with him, or even in the vicinity around him. Family consisted of him and his mother and sometimes a few other relatives and family friends; community where he lived was very tight knit, so it was common to see random visitors in his home whenever he came back from school. Raleigh was used to it, though he wasn't very social to begin with. He appreciated everyone's company, but he only really craved attention from his mother and father. People aside from his parents were simply more fascinating from a far, or at least when they weren't trying to goad him into talking.

Spending most of his time in books and journals during school meant Raleigh wasn't considered very approachable; he was invisible to the rest of the students, just about how he liked it. But, that also meant he didn't quite have enough help for classes and often relied on himself. Intelligence remained a strong point for Rye, however, and he found various ways to get over the hurdles of his disabilities, or at least that's what he assumed they were. Things weren't often shared when it came to what afflicted Raleigh and so he'd no idea he had issues that could have possibly been fixed were they diagnosed. Despite being a very reserved individual, Raleigh often had a difficult time standing still and it was very hard for Raleigh to both read and write, despite both being something he was passionate about. It took him longer to learn both, but he did so with amazing determination, even if it he could only read and write at half the speed of other children. It just meant he retained more information, could utilize his imagination better, and thought carefully about what was written, even if he often wrote and rewrote a hundred times.

It wasn't until he was old enough that his mother told him the truth and that she, herself, found out the truth. And it only ever came at the most inconvenient of times. One weekend afternoon on the beach, Raleigh had found himself dragged a little too far from the coast and suddenly yanked beneath the water. However, it came as a surprise to him that he was perfectly fine, aside from the thing that had forced him down in the first place. After ripping himself away, Raleigh was pulled to safety by a local life guard, despite not being in any form of distress. Unable to explain the occurrence away, he went to the only person he could confide in, his mother. She'd told him what she could before pushing an envelope into his hands. It smelled of sea salt and very pricey cologne that reminded him of the coral reefs that lined the ocean ridge. They were tickets to the mainland, two to be precise; one for him and one for what he suspected would be his mother. That wasn't exactly the case, however, as he was sent to the bustling city of New York and then taken hastily to a place he couldn't quite recollect if he wanted to.

Early morning, the sun rising, that was all he could remember as he entered, exhausted and dehydrated, but wholly unharmed, into what seemed like a lodge resort. All he could think of was calling his mother one last time, but was instantly swept away into the liveliness of Camp Half-Blood, where he simply repressed his questions until they were answered for him or were completely forgotten. But, it was hard to forget about someone that lived only to care for you and it was hard not to worry from time to time, even as the year passed and he couldn't think of any other place he'd be happier.

Cabin Three smelled a lot like sea salt, with the faintest hint of a reef. He could only ever imagine the smell in a fancy, cologne bottle nestled in the corner of the medicine cabinet where it always sat, half-used, but untouched for what seemed like years.
Theme Song:

Still Working on this one; it takes me a little while to find the right song.
Weapon Information
Weapon Name:
Μέσα από τη Σκύλλα - Through Scylla
Weapon Type:
Bow and Arrow/Daggers
Weapon Appearance:

Μέσα από τη Σκύλλα - Through Scylla

Attributes:
A bow made from celestial steel and ebony, ribbed in a golden trimming. The bow itself has a nasty bite, and the arrows are able to part into six upon release should the holder need it. The arrows shoot forth with increasing velocity before sinking into its target(s) and pulling forward rather than pushing or pinning. The arrow then locks into the flesh, sinking further if pulled on—its blade are like rows of sharp teeth, biting down on its victim and seizing until they give in. If left alone, the arrows fall out and dissipate into a watery foam. Each arrow is made from specially from water that the user manipulates, turned salty through simply willing it. The arrows deal more in pain than in actual harm, though in the right hands are just as dangerous as any other, if not more so.

When in close quarters combat, the holder of the weapon can use two of the arrows as daggers, transforming them from piercing bullets into daggers curved into sharp canines. They shred and rend anything that gets close enough, tearing into whatever they can sink their teeth in to flimsy remains. Once in their clutches, it's difficult to break free as any resistance causes the daggers to lock into place until the victim stops moving. Furthermore, the daggers, due to how vicious they tear through flesh, don't often have to finish the dirty work as the victims are more prone to bleeding out than actually being killed by the blades. They don't do as much harm as a regular blade would, but the effects afterwards are as deadly as any venom and it may even seem that way once one's life force flows out in continuous waves. They cause more pain than harm as well, as each blade oozes with a layer of salt water that burns like venom in the wounds.

Both daggers and arrows aren't as harmful as their average counterparts, but given enough time can bring down even the biggest foes with enough shots.
Other
Other:
N/A; TBD

The Vigilance

Is the ship possibly equipped with a science personnel? :o If not, I'll grab a cook, heh.

Mass Effect: Wanted

Dervish said
Welcome home! Hope your trip was awesome. :D And who the hell wears a fannypack these days?

People who don't get their shit stolen by gypsies. D:<

The Spirits Within

The Sewers

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There was nothing much past the flash of grey and the splash of the oily substance invading his insides. Roy had collapsed along the wall, eyes shut tight and head throbbing. There were parts of his body that hurt and others than felt numb and almost useless, bleeding only slightly with nothing that seemed too serious. Everything just hurt quite in the daze of his mind, most of all his head.

Opening his eyes, Roy slid up the grimy surface groaning as he clutched his head. It took more than a few good moments to register what was currently going on around him, much less that they were currently duking it out in the confined corridor against what looked to be an amphibious behemoth. When he'd came to, stumbling over loose bricks and his own two feet, Roy hopped back, almost toppling into the water as he attempted to prepare himself for another attack. He felt his head scream in protest, the imps that usually grumbled, needy and grabby, were silently hanging further back, almost frightened, but mostly cautious. Not only that, but the twinge at his stomach hurled Roy forward as he emptied out the sludge and grime that found its way in. In that moment, things seemed to swirl around him, his friends fought and he stood stock still, clutching his head and his knee to regain composure. Something had done a number on his head, leaving him in his current disoriented state.

Things needed to kicked into overdrive, though, and Roy found himself falling back to get a better vantage point and find a way to aid his team without harming them. His imps would find it
difficult to do much of anything, if they could do anything at all. Sliding to the wall, still grasping his head, he spotted Kat further back in the ranks, hopefully not too badly injured and attempting to do the same as he.

"Kat," he coughed, unable to race his voice any further, especially in a situation like this. Best not to call too much attention when in a weakened state. So, bending over, Roy snatched the least disgusting pebble in the split second he bent over and threw it Kat's direction before beckoning her over.

The behemoth's tail struck Kat hard and fast, taking her legs out from under her before she even knew what was happening. She collapsed to the filthy concrete in a heap, landing first and foremost on her already injured shoulder. She had taken the time to bandage it after it was grazed by a bullet in their last fight, but even with her guardian healing capabilities it was far from being okay. The impact tore open the small amount of skin that had healed and it began to bleed again. Kat let out a high pitched scream as she hit the ground, followed shortly after by a string of hushed obscenities.

Kat sat upright, gripping her shoulder with one hand while using the other to push herself up. She shuffled a few feet back to a wall and used it to help herself up. Her head was spinning, her shoulder was throbbing, and her entire body was dripping in vile liquid. With a deep breath, Kat commanded the liquid off of her. The disgusting substance was mostly water, so she was able to control it freely. It slid down to the ground, leaving no trace on her person. At least she had fixed one of her issues. A few more moments to allow her brain to stop rattling around her skull and she was thinking straight again. Some might question why getting that gunk off of her was the first thing she thought of, but those people hadn't smelled the stuff.

Before she had an opportunity to scan the battlefield, something light hit her leg. She looked in the direction it came from and saw Roy crouched a bit away, beckoning her over. With some effort, she made her way to him and crouched down. She nodded to him and checked the tagger info on the beast. Even if some people thought Olivia wasn't the best choice for leader, they'd have to admit she was good at using that thing. She frowned at what she saw. She wouldn't be of much use this fight, as the beast was resistant to her abilities. And with her being probably the most reliant on her spirits in the group, that really put her at a disadvantage.

"You stink," she said to Roy. "Got another neat plan? Besides not getting hit by that thing again."

"Yeah?" he frowned, rubbing his arm roughly, "You don't quite smell like roses and lavender yourself, sweetness."

Roy rolled his eyes, watching as his teammates went in one after the other, doing what they did best, albeit a bit more difficult in this confined space. Pulling Kat back, he suggested his plan to here whilst everyone else distracted the giant beast. "We can't really do much in terms of spirits," he frowned as he spoke, "But I think we can prove good distractions while our physically battle oriented friends beat away at the thing. You think we can do that much?" Roy smiled at her then, despite the pain surging down his chest and back, "At least, you know, within the limits our current condition... ah." He rolled his shoulder back, the audible pop making him cringe.

Kat nodded. He was right, of course, all they could really supply was support at this point. She sighed and stood up, still holding her hand against the wound in her shoulder. She wanted to get out of the sewer even more than she had before, now that she was running the risk of her wound getting infected.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

With that she stepped forward, toward the body of water that housed the grotesque creature they were battling. As she stepped down off the concrete ledge, the water solidified beneath her. She froze a path around the beast, allowing her and Roy more space to work with.

She glanced back, nodded once more, and then went to work. Just like the mech they fought earlier, her efforts wouldn’t do much damage. But they could slow the thing down. She slowly froze the water around the base of the monster, while simultaneously chilling the water covering the beast. Within some time, a layer of frost covered its slimy skin, hindering its movement.

It was more than anything he could have summoned up; he was grateful Kat had been near him at the time and even more so that she was a part of the group. Her efforts didn't do much to harm the beast or really much at all, but she was vital in setting up the rest of the team—they both were. So, when she 'd finished her thing, Roy jumped in to do the best he could, providing a good distraction as he dashed around the area. Like Kat, he wasn't able to physically harm the beast as much as the others, but he could provide support in various other ways.

The beast, slow and sluggish, swiped at his pin-pricks, annoyed at the bee making a fuss around him. Roy couldn't quite keep up the charade, however, as the beast and his exhaustion caught up to him. In an instant, Roy was against the wall, spurting up blood and saliva as he was immediately swatted away. In his blinding pain, which to him took more time to recover from than he'd expected, the team collapsed upon the giant xenomorph, delivering the finishing blows as he writhed in the mini-crater his body had made in the wall. Before he could lick his wounds, he looked over at Kat and gave her what he'd thought was a thumbs up and what probably looked like him begging for help.

Kat continued in her attempts to hinder the monster until her more physically able friends took the thing down. She had entered a kind of tunnel-vision like trance, not noticing anything that had gone on around her while she worked. Her mind was elsewhere for the most part, leaving only room for her and the monster. She thought about her shoulder, about Roy's injuries, and about nothing at all at the same time. The sound of the beast falling shook her back to reality. She looked around, taking in everyone's position. Her glance fell back on Roy, who was against the wall and looked pretty rough.

"I thought the plan was to not get hit again," she said, after making her way over to him. "You alright?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"I prefer improvisation to plans," Roy said, giving her a wide smile that soon turned into a grimace, "But, you have a point. It's just internal bleeding and some bruised organs, though; I should be fine with a good night's rest and a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup." Taking her hand, Roy used Kat as leverage to get up, leaning most of his weight onto the wall.

"I'm sure I'll be fine, Kat. We should check on the others, though," he said, clutching his side as he pointed toward his friends, "Make sure everyone's okay and not totally dead."

The Vigilance

I'd be interested. :o

The Spirits Within

Ex said
Ten, Rockette, Hae: will you guys be around tonight? I want ya'll in my post.

I will, yes, why? :o

Also, Black and I are finished with our lovely collab and I'll have it posted sometime tonight.

The Spirits Within

Ex said
I mean, I established IC a bunch of times that she was afraid to tell Roy because of how he might react. I think she even said as much to Mags.

Omg, wai are you do this to Roy, Ex?

Wai are you do this?

You break his friendship heart. He be like. "Omg no more Emiloy because Emily hates me now. ;_;"

The Spirits Within

Ex said
Did he know beforehand? I don't think he did :P

Well now he does!

D:< Because I'm metagaming and I say so. ;_;

Would Emily not trust him enough to tell him first of all their friends? I THOUGHT ROY MEANT SOMETHING TO HER. ;_;

The Spirits Within

Ex said
oh hey hae. yeah man.let's do it.yeah man. When would they talk about #remily, though? She was keeping it a secret, though I intend to have it come out pretty clearly now that she's in dire straits :P.

BBY

ROY ALWAYS KNOWS.