Stormyx

Star Wars - Banshee Down

Great post and introduction to Vissa, looking forward to seeing how the tension continues to play out in her storyline!

Star Wars - Banshee Down

Lots of wonderful hype energy in the first post @Colonel Sep; a great way to introduce and start us off and I already really like Krang and care about what happens to him next! And Chirper! :(

Storm's Vault

Write what you know

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█ ███ ██ █ S U M M A R Y █ ██ ███ █ HAYDEN JOSEPH FENWICK AGE Thirty-four GENDER Male ETHNICITY/RACE British MARTIAL STATUS Single SEXUALITY Heterosexual ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

▅BIOGRAPHY▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Growing up in Ashington in the 1990’s meant inheriting an aftermath. When the pits closed they didn't just take the work, but they left hollowed out futures to a generation that deserved more. What remained were the rows of tightly packed terraced houses on streets that the council stitched into estates for the women left behind. Dads left, sometimes quietly and often times forever. The mams who stayed raised each other’s kids as much as their own and Helen Fenwick was one of many of them. Holding her house together on the back of shifts at the local care home where her time was spent tending to the elderly who'd worked when their town was an empire of promise; their lungs ruined by coal dust even if their humour rarely was. Hayden Fenwick watched his mam work herself to the bone and when he wasn’t watching her, he was watching Nan care for Granda through an illness everyone explained away as ”his brain’s just gone to sleep.” Perhaps watching that was what invited the hound that nipped at Hayden’s heels throughout his youth. A bitterness that was buried deep that he could find no real name for, only the sense that it was always there and always waiting. He knew to his core he was meant to fall through the cracks left behind. Instead, he found a gym. The boxing ring made room for him to direct that calcified thing called anger and erode at it, chip it down to find some genuine joy. A rare fucking thing in his town. The discipline of martial arts gave him shape and the routine gave him purpose and a reason to actually try. To dream. His size and stubbornness could mean something. Helen picked up every late shift she could to keep him there. “Owts better than you on the street,” she’d say. Hayden paid her back by becoming frighteningly good and by his early twenties he was a national name in MMA; the Wrecking Bull of the cage. He was all skill and grin and quick wit. By his late twenties he was owning the worldwide stage until a simple and quick rotator cuff injury took him out of the sport. He leaned hard into his fame to survive and endure it. Every panel show, every quiz, every reality slot. He’d play the clown and play it up until he was exactly the kind of loud, daft, and endlessly cheerful washed-up non celebrity that the British public loved to crucify. Fresh from his latest reality TV gig, Hayden was given the chance to attend a New Year’s Eve party in New York, with the promise of stateside gigs on the other side. ▅CAREER▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ By his early twenties, Hayden Fenwick was already well-known in the UK MMA circuit. He started his professional career competing as a light heavyweight. He was a difficult fight for anyone put in front of him. It was a successful regional title run that put him on the national radar and by 26 he was a fixed figure of the international stage as a genuine threat to anyone else not at the very top. A rotator cuff injury put pause to his professional career before he turned 30. What followed was a shift in his priorities in the form of television work and a lot of it, under the guidance of a sharp publicist, Zara. Hayden was inescapable on the screen; appearing across reality competitions and popular British panel shows regularly. He was as familiar a face on the box as he had been in the ring, and a typecast one at that. He found himself something of a laughing stock while on The Masked Singer and I'm a Celebrity..., creating viral moments that just as often turned the public against him as it did endear him to them. Between his appearances on TV, he continues to train at the same gym he grew up in; helping out with youth sessions when asked. He spends much of his time in Ashington, keeping his life rooted in the same town where he grew up, in the place that always sees him as a local hero and not a washed-up, reality-TV embarrassment. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	HELEN FENWICK Helen is the quiet centre of Hayden's whole world, having built his career on the back of her overtime shifts and her refusal to ever let him slip through the cracks. She is the reason he says yes to all of the things that exhaust him and the reason he'll keep doing it. Every fight he ever took, every fight he ever will, is for her.	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	NEIL PARKER Manager and booking agent. Neil came into Hayden's life before his fame was at its peak and has stuck around ever since. He is equal parts grafter and firm believer. Neil knows Hayden's career isn't finished and he is quietly obsessed with getting him back into the ring again, if only he could get him to stop taking cheap TV gigs for laughs. He plans, at odds with Zara, for a proper comeback for his boy.
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	ZARA KAUR The publicist. Razor sharp and impeccably dressed. Always three steps ahead of the story she's selling and constantly at odds with Neil over what's best for Hayden. Zara understands scandal and the public's appetite better than anyone Hayden's ever met and he certainly understands none of that himself. Their relationship has existed in the space between professional and not; sharing a chemistry on occasion that neither of them care to define.	▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	EILIDH VASS Back in town out of an obligation to her family. She and Hayden share a history complicated by distance and memory; she's never quite forgotten how his crowd would tease at her at school and that wariness and defense has never left. There is an undeniable pull that now exists between them. She is all that is familiar to Hayden at his core, yet their lives are so far away.

^{Author's Notes
A love letter I didn't know I wanted to write until the idea was formed in mind and then tapped away to be seen through. So much of my own life (aside from me not being an MMA and d list English celebrity, and a man) are in this sheet, and will follow through the echoes of the telling of Hayden's story. He's become a really clear and living character to me, he is everyone I know from home and everyone I remember.}

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

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aw thanks love. She is very sweet, that one. Or maybe it's just part of the brand, who knows.

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Shoutout to my thesaurus. And ohhhh it's a girl. (unless it was always meant to be like...Josie and I'm just slow af)

Edit: Also have to thank you Roman for indirectly introducing me to the Bloody Beetroots. That song haddd to be used in my banner :P

@Qia

She is very sweet and I really enjoyed how she was streaming from the party and the way you used little texts throughout. Very cute. 🩷 very strong into to her and what she's all about!

Really stoked for more of the intro posts as well 🙌

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

I love Rosie 🥹

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

As an adult I have more New York references than I did as a country bumpkin English kid.

One of them is also Mel.

Fashionably Late: A Crime Thriller Roleplay

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No, not fun 😅 thank you for letting me know!

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🤣🤣 I love this! I’ll be re-watching Friends for the 100th time after I run my errands today because of you. Was too brain dead last night to mention it, but Hayden was a fun read! 😊

@Sleepy Tani

Excellent! I'm glad you liked it.
Friends is my comfort show and was *my* idea of NY based on Friends or was that all Hayden?

Who can say.

Star Wars - Banshee Down

The doctor will not be helping with hangovers 😂

Star Wars - Banshee Down

Species: Twi’lek
Age: 30

Equipment:
Medical Satchel; contains various items including Bacta patches, coagulants, pain suppressants, wraps, traditional Twi'lek tools.
Diagnostic Scanner - Civilian grade, held together by tape and dreams at this point.
Vibroknife - Concealed and rarely used.
Datachips, Credit stash, cache map - Favours, whispers, and contingency funds.

Skills:
Traditional Healing & Trauma Medic - First and foremost, skills that are deeply ingrained rather than trained. A calm and nurturing touch and intuition. She can sense what is wrong before her equipment can confirm it. Training and determination for the trade later in her life has given her a more foundational knowledge and means she can rapidly stabilise real wounds through diagnosis and improvisation of what she has available.

Discretion and Trust - Both go hand in hand. People speak freely around her. She does not pry, posture, or judge. Korsu easily adjusts her speech patterns and adopts appropriate body language to blend in or disappear. She has a generally soft manner and thus can keep people calm without having to threaten.

Survivalist Stealth - Korsu knows the lay of the land of where she is. She knows when patrol routes change, and she picks up on trends quickly and knows how to fragment and pass on information effectively. You'll also never know she was there. Being thorough and meticulous for details means she can sanitise and clean up a space to avoid forensic detection.

Calm Under Pressure - Korsu can keep her wits about her in crisis situations. Threats and chaos rarely shake her focus, meaning she can function when others panic.

Weaknesses:
Physically Vulnerable / Non-Combat - Korsu can be very easily overwhelmed. She has no formal weapons training as well as minimal experience and exposure to any kind of arms. In a violent encounter, she would be reliant on others and her quick thinking to get out of there…

No Tactical Awareness - She relies on instinct over a sense of practical and lived experience of being part of a tactical team.

Avoidant of Direct Confrontation - Korsu prefers not to argue, prefers not to fight even with words and will take a subtle action and delay things rather than have a decisive and direct confrontation.

Self-Reliant - Fiercely independent and stubborn and will rarely ask for help, even if allies and resources are available.

Heavy Moral Compass - Every life she fails to save, every consequence of passed information erodes her emotional resilience over time.

Unyielding Ethical Lines - Once Korsu has decided something is wrong, she will not participate in it to a stubborn degree.

History:
For Korsu, life under the Empire was hell. She lived under two banners; scarcity and control. Born far from privilege and brought to Imperial space as a young child she spent years moving around and between labour districts and fringe settlements. Long before Imperial clinics Twi’leks relied on line healers. Keepers of anatomical knowledge, tradition, and ritualised care. Methods passed from lekku-to-lekku in the form of a communal and ancient art. The emphasis of returning to a state of calmness. Such a manner was passed to Korsu; not from a living lineage, but a broken one. Korsu does not remember her family clearly. All she has are impressions of them. Names are gone and faces blur together and whether it was through displacement, sale, or evacuation, she became separated when she was young. Just one of countless Twi’lek strays left scattered across the galaxy.

In the fringe settlements, her methods developed from spiritual instinct to actual skill in the field through practice and a willingness to learn. This was a field she learned out of necessity and a desire to keep her hands busy and stay gentle out of principle. What began as mutual aid hardened into her own oath. If she had the means to save a life, she would not choose who deserved it.

Information brokering grew naturally from her work. People tended to talk when they were tended to and when they felt they were safe, and they always were. She never sought power and influence; simply remembered what she had heard and found where it should go to have the best effect. She learned where information needed to go to prevent raids, soften crackdowns, or give a desperate family a chance to disappear before it was too late. Such whispers led her to her current path. Such whispers tested her oath eventually.

A wounded Imperial Shock Trooper left bleeding out with armour cracked and his squad, if he ever had one, gone. All gone. He was an easy target. Leaving him would have been easy. Should have been easy. Leaving him would have been justified. The Empire had taken years from her and innumerable others but when she looked into his eyes, she could not reconcile that this soldier was part of that same machine. He was just dying, and if he did then the Empire had killed him too.

It was in secret that she treated him, and it required resources she could barely afford. Still, when he happened to survive she expected him to report her, to kill her, or to disappear. He stayed. Together they draw little attention and wander through just as yet another odd pairing on a planet full of them.

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Admittedly a bit of a dud compared to the first one but I'll get outta the winter season after my next post hopefully into the meat and potatoes of my main arc

@rocketrobie2

Lies! It was great! :)