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Closed. Free Pass has been rebooted.

Post for Oli should be coming sometime soonish :)

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Alright, here he is :D Hope he's up to par :)

James Deacon

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Name: James William Deacon
Social Class: Lower Middle Class
Age: Nineteen
Birthday: January 14th, 1804
Nationality: British
Birth Place: London, England
Residence: The Frosty Giant Inn, London, England
Gender: Male
Education: Self-taught
Income Source: Gun For Hire - James rents his skills out to the highest bidder to solve a number of odd jobs, from killing wild animals, to putting down Soulless.
Native Language: English - James can read and write, but just barely.

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150 lbs
Build: Slim/Toned
Eyes: Dark Blue, almond
Hair: Blonde, wavy, long
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: James' most notable scar is straight across his chest, one long silvery scratch, a gift from a long dead wolf.
Personal Style: James dresses like many of the lower end of the social spectrum. His clothes are generally on the more worn out side of things, though they work well enough for him. He prefers neutral colors to the bright pallets seen frequently among the more wealthy individuals in society. He prefers a well worn overcoat and black trousers, and a button up shirt with a grey vest to the few other outfits he does possess.

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Intelligent * Stubborn * Resourceful * Reckless * Loyal * Arrogant

Sexuality: Bisexual - Aware but closeted.
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: James is living proof that intelligence comes in all shapes and sizes. For example, the boy can hardly read or write, but he can tell you anything you may want to know on killing Rynes. He's far less book smart, mainly because he can't read most books, but he's as street smart as they come. He has a thirst for knowledge, and is quite capable and eager to learn new things. However, those who know James aren't likely to list off his intelligence as his most admirable trait. Most know him for his loyalty to his comrades, as well as his fierce adherence to his own morals, ones which order him to stay true and honest.

James isn't all perfect though. He attacks life like he only has seconds to live, often diving into problems head first, without much planning. Part of this is his youthfulness, but a decent amount of it is just who he is. He could care less about dying, as long as it was worth something. Plenty of people have tried to rid James of his recklessness, but he's far too stubborn to listen to them. He's not ever going to change his mind because someone else tells him he's wrong. He'll figure that out for his damn self, thank you very much. Some describe this as arrogance, and rightfully so. James does in fact have a swagger to him, a way of acting like he's the most important person in the room, even though he's nothing more than an orphaned mercenary, and this is mostly a show put on by the young man, a shield to keep the outside firmly in it's place.
Habits: Bites nails, bites lip when thinking, frequently clenches and unclenches his hands.
Hobbies: Exploring, learning, fighting
Fears:

• Tight Spaces - When James was sixteen, he fell through a frozen lake and became trapped under the ice. He remembers very vividly feeling closed in underwater, and struggling to free himself from below the frozen surface. He's had acute claustrophobia ever since.
• Spiders - No not the tiny little things. James does fine with those. We're talking the big ones, the ones with fur or some shit like that. Those terrify him.
• Snakes - Luckily, nasty snakes are fairly rare in England, but James isn't particularly keen on meeting any. He's heard some awful stories about those things.

Likes: 6 minimal

• Fighting
• Exploring his surroundings
• Learning new things
• Animals
• A good drink
• Friends

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Losing
• Being manipulated
• Being looked down upon
• Snobs
• Being wrong
• Being told what to do

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General Skills: Max 12 - History must reflect these knowledge's - Once again, it is the 1820's: Skills must reflect the time and theme of the RP. Basic knowledge's of the supernatural will be known by all as just part of growing up and surviving.

• Dueling
• Lock Picks
• Pick Pocketing
• Swimming
• Leadership
• Diplomacy
• Negotiations
• Culture Knowledge - Irish
• Country Knowledge - England
• Country Knowledge - Ireland
• Forgery
• Horseback Riding

Trained Skills:

• Language - Gaelic
• Deasmhumhnach
• Lorcain
• Riada
• Maolain
• Duinn

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - White button up shirt, grey vest, black trouser, brown overcoat
• A chestnut shillelagh that serves as James' primary weapon, strapped to his back
• A long sword, kept in a sheath at his side.
• A long sword sheath, strapped to his right side.
• An old, dirty gold pocket watch that's stuck at 12:00.
• A leather bound journal.

Residence:

• A book from his old mentor, detailing the various ways to kill Soulless. Different techniques to fight them, their weaknesses, how to truly kill them, etc.
• A six shot, single barrel revolver
• Seven bullets, for his revolver
• A horse, stolen from a small town north of London. Stone

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Family History: The Deacons are an old family, though they've never been extremely prosperous. Hailing back to the days of the Tudors, it is said that William Deacon, the family's founder, was an adviser to King Henry, though this is largely believed to be a myth. William Deacon was likely a drunk who happened to start a long lasting family. Nothing more, nothing less.

James' father, Gideon Deacon, was a drunk if there ever was one, who lived on the outskirts of London. His mother, Louisa Deacon, had been a serving girl in a bar that Gideon frequented. Gideon, having no money and not likely to come into any, figured that his next step was to get married. And in one very drunken stupor, he did just that. The rest, is where James' story begins.

Your personal life: James was born hungry. He was raised hungry. Often times, he thinks he'll die hungry. Born to two parents who had never seen more than a few gold pieces at a time, James rarely ever felt a full stomach like those who danced their nights away in fanciful gowns. Poverty was a fact of life for him, and he learned to accept it. His parents did do their best, in their defense, but certain things can't be helped. He raised himself mostly, with his father either working or drunk, and his mother often taking on extra shifts at the bar just to keep food on the table. Life was nothing great, that much was certain.

When James was five, life got a whole lot worse. His parents were struck down in the night by a hungry Ryne while they staggered home, and James was left orphaned. Sent to an orphanage, James Deacon endured awful living conditions and cruel treatment from adults and other children alike. It was not what many would consider a fun time by any means. James was kept in the orphanage for nearly five years, and on his tenth birthday, he made his escape, fleeing into the streets of London.

James wasn't on the streets long. It was at this point in fact, where his life took a far different turn. Stowing away on a ship bound for Ireland, James was found quickly by the captain, and rather than being sent back to land and arrested, he was put to work as a cabin boy. Upon reaching the Irish Shore, James departed, choosing Ireland over the sea. It was here that he met Finnegan Macallister.

Finnegan was an older man, a former mercenary who'd amassed a good deal of money killing Soulless for money. He found James and took him in, seeing in him a potential for greatness. It was Finnegan who taught James everything he now knows. How to duel, wield a shillelagh, pick pockets and locks, and far more. James stayed with Finnegan for six years, before finally setting out on his own, and becoming a skilled mercenary in his own right, leading his own band of men for a short time, before finally coming home to London.

What you want for your life: Most of all, James wants to earn his place in the world, become famed and amass a fortune, do what his father and ancestors couldn't. To be powerful and influential is something that entices him every day. He'd like to start a family as well, and of course, see the Soulless eradicated.

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Character Quote(s): "The only constants in life are a birth and a death. Everything else is up to you."
"Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough."
"God damn it!"
Theme Song: Gasoline - Halsey
Anything Else: Ryne
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_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

This looks pretty interesting. If there's any room, I'd love to throw my hat in the ring :)

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

Wells Montgomery

𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Wells is attractive, and he's well aware of it. His hair is somewhere between light brown and dirty blonde, it honestly depends on the lighting. His eyes, sparkling with mischief, are a dark blue, like sapphires almost. He's slender, and has a rather athletic build. It's clear just by looking at him, that he cares about his body, and spends plenty of time at the gym. He's not abnormally tall though, because that would be unfair. He stands somewhere close to 5'10. His skin tans rather easily, but normally it's pretty light, and exceptionally blemish free, not including the freckles that dot his face.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

Wells Montgomery

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

Male

𝐀𝐠𝐞

Nineteen

𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

College Student

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Not many people can honestly say that they dislike Wells. He's intelligent, clever, funny, and kind. Wells loves to laugh, and to make others do so as well, and as such, he's always cracking jokes. It can get annoying sometimes, but that's definitely not his intention. Wells is, for the most part, a good guy. He's always one to stand up for what he believes in, and is loyal, almost to a fault. He despises those who go back on their word, and everyone who knows him knows it.

On the other hand, Wells can be a bit of an asshole. Stubborn to a fault, and arrogant to boot, Wells can sometimes be a pain to deal with. In certain situations, it become his way or the high way. Couple that with a penchant for outbursts, and Wells can be a bit of a child when things don't go his way. Luckily, the time for growing up has come.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

For the most part, Wells had a normal childhood. His mom and dad were both defense attorneys in California, and they raised him well. From a young age, his life was built on the morals they held close to them in the courtroom: truth, justice, and respect. This led to him being an upstanding citizen of the community, one that led to the admiration of many of the family's friends. Everyone loved Wells, and he loved it.

Growing up, Wells found himself on the smarter side of the scale, excelling in most educational pursuits. Many figured he'd be a scientist, or a lawyer like his parents, given the advanced vocabulary he used. But Wells had his sights set on other goals. He wanted to be an author. He wasn't sure what he wanted to write, hell, maybe he'd dabble in journalism, but he knew he loved the feeling of a pencil to paper, churning out words to move people.

As he went through high school, this goal was an unwavering one, and he found himself applying to college in the Bainbridge Island area. With some money from his parents, he got himself an apartment near school and settled in, and he flourished. He made plenty of friends, and his degree was coming along quite nicely. He even got an internship at a small newspaper that was just getting off the ground. Life was good.

And then the world went to shit.

Overwatch: Deltawatch (We're Full Sorry)

Unfortunately, I'll be stepping away back from this RP. I feel really shitty about this, but I just can't seem to find the inspiration to write for my character, and I apologize. That said, I feel bad taking up a spot when I don't even know for sure if I'll be able to come up with a post. I wish you guys the best of luck, and will certainly be a keen spectator of whatever you guys come up with :)

Overwatch: Deltawatch (We're Full Sorry)

@Lmpkio Post coming tomorrow, ideally! Just been trying to find inspiration to write for Mortem :)

Delbrook Academy High School

UGH FINALLY GOT A POST UP!!! Sorry that took so long!

Delbrook Academy High School

Location: | McKinnon House |
Interacting With: | Quinn @A Tattooed Girl|

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Caleb grinned to see a text back from Quinn, but before he could reply, his brother barged in, smirk on his face. "What do you want Jake?" he asked, glaring at his brother. He had a thing about knocking, one that Jake definitely didn't, and it was a source of great animosity between the twins. Granted, most things were, but that's besides the point. Jake, grinning wide, cocked his head.

"You really should be nicer to me Brother," Jake said, waltzing into Caleb's room and closing the door behind him. Taking a seat in Caleb's desk chair, he swiveled around, smirking. Caleb, rolling his eyes, preceded to ask what the hell his brother wanted, not taken with the games Jake liked to play. The two were certainly more different than night and day. The fact that they managed to live together in the same house was a feat.

"Colton, Harley, Riley and I are going to a party after the game. And you get to come!" Jake announced, earning a quick response from Caleb. "No." Jake had been prepared for that, and thus he was not deterred. "No isn't an option Caleb. Come on, it'll be fun. Your first party, you can let loose, meet some cute girl. You can bring Quinn even," Jake offered. Caleb, wasn't convinced, but Jake refused to let it go. Finally, after fifteen minutes of convincing, Caleb conceded. "If Quinn want's to go, I'll go, I guess." Jake clapped him on the back and smiled, before letting him know that they'd be leaving for the game soon. Caleb reluctantly texted Quinn once his brother had left.

To: Quinn
Jake wants me to go to some party with him and his friends after the game...I told him I'd only go if you would come. Thoughts??

The Mundane [Small-Town Superheroes]

Location:The Forest -> Gallows House -> Main Street
Interacting With:| Melanie @Liriia
_{Charlie's Outfit}

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Charlie awoke in a forest. Now, this would not have been too strange if Charlie had been camping the night before, and had fallen asleep in the forest. However, Charlie had not been camping last night, and had in fact fallen asleep in her bed. Sitting up, her eyes wide with confusion as her breath turned to mist in the cold, morning air, Charlie looked around, searching for...well she wasn't quite sure. But when you wake up in a forest, your first thought tends to be to make sure there's nothing coming to kill you. Satisfied with her safety, Charlie stood up. She recognized the area, which immediately struck something in her brain. She could teleport. That must be how I got here. I must have teleported in my sleep. Well, that's going to make life difficult, not gonna lie.

Looking around once more, making perfectly sure she wasn't being watched, Charlie closed her eyes, focusing on the woods that lined her backyard. A rush of wind and a slight pop, and she opened her eyes. Sure enough, she was there, standing behind her house in nothing but her pyjamas. God, the world really had gone crazy. Shaking her head, she made her way to the front door, and quietly crept in. Her mom was away visiting a friend in Seattle, so it fell to Charlie to make dinner. Walking into the kitchen, she found her eldest brother, Jake, sitting at the table, a frown on his face. Looking at the clock that hung on the wall, she saw that it was only 8:30. A bit early for him to be up.

"Where in the hell were you Charlie?" Jake demanded, keeping his voice low so that the rest of the house stayed in their slumber. Jake was newly seventeen, bright eyed and adventurous, and many times Charlie's greatest advocate. When she'd wanted to leave Verona, run far away, he offered to take over, help take care of the family. She refused, insisting that he was the one with a future, and if he got out, then that would be good enough for her. Sometimes, she regretted her refusal to take him up on that offer.

Shaking her head, she replied. "I was just taking in some fresh air Jake, calm down." she said, opening up the fridge and getting out a carton of eggs and a package of bacon. She offered her brother a reassuring smile, one that was met with a questioning glare. "You went outside for some fresh air, sometime before seven in the morning, barefoot and in your pyjamas? Really?" he asked. He knew something was up, he wasn't stupid. But Charlie couldn't exactly tell him the truth. "Drop it Jake. Please," she pleaded. Sure enough, he dropped the subject, but not without one last questioning look.

After that, the two made small talk as Charlie cooked breakfast. She asked him about school and his friends, and he asked about her love life, insistent that he'd let any boy know that he'd beat them into the ground before he let them hurt her. It was a nice conversation, free of any mentions of the mishap this morning. By the time she'd finished preparing everyone's plate, it was 9:00, and she called for her siblings to come to breakfast. She didn't bother with her dad. He'd come when he came, and as far as she was concerned, he knew how to cook. First out was Danielle, Jake's twin sister, and the artist of the family. Beautiful and creative, she was very much not a morning person, but she thanked Charlie for the food nonetheless. After her came Logan, the youngest boy. At fourteen, he was probably the smartest of the kids, always holed up in his room, nose tucked away in some book. And following just after Logan, little Harriet padded her way into her seat. At six years old, Harriet was the baby of the family, the one everyone adored.

By 9:30, the kids had all finished breakfast, and dispersed throughout the small house. Danielle took over dishes, Jake went outside with Harriet, and Logan locked himself in the room he shared with Jake, intent on getting some quiet so he could read. Charlie thanked Danielle and went to her room, getting dressed and taking a moment to collect her thoughts. The world seemed to have turned upside down in these past few days.

First, she'd gotten sick. This was an anomaly in and of itself, because Charlie prided herself on her immune system. A cold wasn't all that uncommon, but a flu that took her out for three days? That was weird. Once she was back up on her feet, the weirdness really came. She'd been on her way to see Mel at Pagan Dreams, when she was just there. First she thought she must have blacked out, or something. But then it happened again, on her way home. She hadn't been practicing much since that time, mainly out of fear. What was she going to do? She was awful at keeping secrets, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep this one much longer, especially with Jake snooping about.

She sat down on her bed with a sigh, pulling out a book she had to read for her English class. She was still undecided, major wise, but she was confident she wanted to be a teacher, though she occasionally played around with the idea of being an archaeologist. She adored history and everything about it, but she had to be realistic. Teaching would be a much more stable, and easier job, and stability was everything.

An hour later, Charlie decided to go visit Melanie at her house to return a book she'd borrowed on the supernatural. It hadn't helped her situation much, but it had been an interesting read. Grabbing the book and slipping on a coat, Charlie made her way outside, making sure Jake and Danielle were good to watch the kids for a little. Content with their answers, she began the walk towards Main Street, sending a text to Melanie along the way.

To: 🔮 Mel 🔮
Hey, heading over to drop off your book. Gonna stop at Main Street first to grab another book from the library, but I'll be there soon :)

The stroll to Main Street didn't take too long, and when she got there, she was greeted by what seemed to be the entire town. The windows on all the shops were shattered, and most of the people there were helping with the cleanup. Her eyes wide as she took in the scene, she shot off another text to Melanie.

To: 🔮 Mel 🔮
Scratch that. Something weird happened at Main Street. You might want to come check it out

Smarty's Vault of Wonders!

POSSIBLE CHARACTER

Logan Gallows

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Logan Emory Gallows

● A G E ●

Thirteen

● G E N D E R ●

Male

● O C C U P A T I O N ●

Students

● L O O K S ●

To Logan's disdain, he definitely takes after his father, at least as far as his appearance is concerned. He has the same pale skin that seems to be present in all of the Gallows men, and his hair is far darker than that of his mother's and his sisters'. His eyes are a mossy green, somewhere in between hazel and emerald, with flecks of gold. His face is almost constantly wearing a visage of concentration, and it gives him a rather intimidating look at times, despite his scrawniness and clear lack of athleticism.

Logan certainly believes in dressing nicely, and makes it a rule to dress as well as his family's money will allow. With this penchant for dressing nicely comes an air of confidence, one that seems mismatched with his scrawny frame and clear lack of social skills. Never the less, Logan walks around like he owns the town, which is so far from the truth, it would be laughable if the reality wasn't so tragic.

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● P E R S O N A L I T Y ●

Logan takes great pride in knowing that he is nothing like his father, far from it in fact. He's a motivated child, driven and constantly becoming dead set on achieving new goals. He's confident and caring, willing to go out of the way to help others, even when the only thing he can offer is a comforting word. He's creative and intelligent as well, with a mind much like his sister's. He's going places, and the whole of Verona knows it.

Unfortunately, Logan did inherit some aspects of his father's personality. His temper, for one. Logan is prone to angry outbursts, generally caused by someone going after someone he cares about in someway. He won't stand for that. With these outbursts, Logan has a penchant for falling into a rather depressed state, and blaming himself for many of the issues that plague him, a nasty place for any child to be. Ultimately, Logan's greatest enemy is himself, and he often has the most trouble fighting against the destructive thoughts he has.

● R O M A N T I C I N T E R E S T S ●

Logan has had a few crushes on girls throughout the years, but he's really never given much thought to a girlfriend. Right now he's more focused on books, crazy inventions, and getting out of Verona.

[color=???]● O R I G I N S T O R Y ●[/color]

Congrats, you have superpowers now. What are people going to write in your eventual biography? You probably don't need to list every single embarrassing moment you don't want the public to know, but we do need your general life story and how you discovered your powers, and how that affected your life.

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T H E M U N D A N E

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[color=???]● S U P E R P O W E R ●[/color]

State your power and sum up your fan-freaking-tastic superpower in about one word; you're going to need to know how to describe it briefly for all of those bragging rights. Examples: "telekinesis", "fire manipulation", "metal manipulation". Make sure it doesn't infringe on another power.

Remember, duplicate powers can exist; no reservations. You don't have to worry about if someone else has that ability.

[color=???]● P O W E R C L A S S I F I C A T I O N ●[/color]

Ascendant, Olympian, Mastermind, Mystic or Aberration? Be sure to read the OOC carefully. GMs reserve the right to reclassify your power. If you are unsure, leave blank on character submission and we'll tell you.

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Describe what you can do with said power in more detail. The limitations should be set quite low to begin with, as superpowers are like a muscle: you need to exercise them for them to grow stronger.

[color=???]● W E A K N E S S E S ●[/color]

Although you might be the next savior or the world (or villainous mastermind, depending on how you roll) you definitely have individual problems above and beyond the side-effects for using any power. What are they? Any drawbacks?