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The EWIP- Fantasy RP

She accepted the bag of clothes and stood for a moment, observing and listening. This truly was a wildly varied group of people and Jackie couldn't find anything that might link them all together. The queens explanation of their destination did little to to clear up the why of their being here but did confirm to Jackie that she certainly was no longer anywhere near the place she called home.

She took the bag and walked far enough into the treeline to be obscured from view, as much for the sake of privacy as to conceal her from the others. Before butting the dress of she took out the knife that she had taken from the room, cutting the legs of her jeans off halfway up the calf, short enough to be hidden by the dress. She then changed into the dress, putting her shirt and the cutoff portions of her jeans into the bag.

The knife went into the inside pocket of the jacket which Jackie put on over the dress. She looked down and admire the shade of blue while decided to put her boots back on. The shoes that came with the dress went back into the bag, she had seen too often while deployed the misery that could result from doing any sort of walking in ill fitting footwear and wanted for be able to depend on what she was wearing in case she had to run.

Satisfied, she returned to the group.

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Jackie heaved herself up onto the roof with little apparent effort, noting that she had kept in shape nicely from her time in the military. She glanced down the crumbled section of wall and then out across the landscape. There was a bit of a sense of freedom, Wherever they had ended up her past was far away and she was with a group of strangers that knew none of it.

While not quite running, she took the ramp at a pace higher than those that had gone before. Shortly before reaching the bottom she had the presence of mind to wipe the look of glee from her face and replace it with the look that her most recent colleagues had coined her 'War Face', a cold look that showed absolute focus on the task at hand. She'd quickly learned in the military that people instivly mistrusted those that smiled as they looked at the face of a dying man.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Jackie expertly moved through the bodies on her side of the room, soon enough finding a small knife that she slipped into her pocket. The commotion across the room caught her interest for a moment and she watched as most of the still moving people in the room headed for what was probably the messiest and least convenient escape route possible.

She sighed and grabbed a sword on her way to follow, thrusting it through her belt. After waiting a moment for the others to make it a reasonable distance towards the roof she followed along.

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Before she'd even opened her eyes Jackie was assaulted by the cloying scent of blood. It was like the shitstorm in Montreal but without the additional scents of drain cleaner and gunsmoke. The noises of the melee outside greeted her ears next. Maybe it was more like the warehouse in Portland then, when they'd been ambushed while cleaning up. Then she realized that she couldn't remember where she was or where she'd been before now. What had Justin gotten her into this time?

With the sound of movement elsewhere and that of voices, she decided it was time to open her eyes. Jackie sat up and looked around, tensing herself to get moving at the first sign of trouble. The individuals that were moving about seemed normal enough but the bodies scattered about were definitely not what she had been expecting. Glancing over at James, she decided to Follow his lead and checked for signs of life while keeping an eye out for any weapons she could grab and slip into a pocket. She skipped over anyone that even she would be unable to help, anyone that far gone would be dead soon anyway.

"I don't know what's going on but it would help to know if you're looking for survivors to help or ones to finish off."

The EWIP- Fantasy RP

Name: Jaqueline 'Jackie' Isnor

Age: 33

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Personality: Jackie is pragmatic and selfish to a fault. She will take the most direct and simplest route to achieve the most favorable outcome for herself. Her attitudes are very existential, disregarding conventional morals in favour of her own set of rules. Her initial career path as a combat medic has given her an iron hard level of determination and her later work as a doctor for an organized crime syndicate has only solidified this.

Skills: Surgery, first aid, medical knowledge, Firearms and hand to hand combat.

Appearance

The Endless WIP- Fantasy RP

Well this interests me.

The Battle for Astrea III [Always Open]

Anyone planning on posting?

The Battle for Astrea III [Always Open]

Lucas was already well into his third mug of whatever was in the keg before he'd realized what he was doing. He didn't need to drink to fit in with a group of lowlifes in a shady bar but habit had taken over. Finishing the drink, he overturned the mug and slapped it down onto the table. Less than willing to cut into the group of conversing women, he turned to the only person that he had spoken to.

"So Gideon, how do you fight? The only other Ferromancer that I've had the fortune to meet preferred to throw cannonballs around." It was more like misfortune as the other party had been sabotaging a factory and the resulting fight had caused an excessive amount of damage. "How about we go outside and throw some punches?"

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The last to be mentioned sat a couple of seats to the right and a row back from the ferromancer. Lucas leaned forward, his attention caught by the mention of his own name as his mind worked backward through the rest of the exchange. After a moment he stood up and moved to follow the other spectacled man.

"How interesting that the fellow who had trouble remembering his own name would be so keen on the details concerning the other candidates. And what an interesting ability you seem to have. Such a skill would have made you very valuable in any one of my business interests."

The Battle for Astrea III [Always Open]

I'll try and get a post up tonight or tomorrow.

Is TheWindel not rejoining? I thought they were...

Wasn't there somebody else too? Or was that it?

@ArkmageddonCat

There was me. Had an entertainingly busy few days but I'm ready to rock now.

Lucas Trent

Name: Lucas Trent
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Trent is tall and thin, with a kind face and a smile that persists through nearly anything. His attire is a simple jacket and pants chosen to not draw attention



Kingdom: Earth

Persona: Lucas is quietly optimistic and is filled with a will to attempt nearly anything. He's modest towards his own achievements, preferring to downplay his own role in things.

While trying to not make any enemies he has a subtle loyalty towards those he calls friends but tries not to play favorites.

Post Example:

Post Example

Lucas cringed as every other man in the room stood up from their seats. Perhaps asking such a direct question regarding the missing arms shipments out loud might not have been such a good idea. Regardless, his suspicions about this establishment had been confirmed and he now knew this it wasn't just the trio in the corner involved in the smuggling.

Within seconds they individuals nearest to him rushed in, the first pair grabbing him by the back of his jacket and tossing him bodily at the wall. Lucas took the fall somewhat less gracefully than he would have liked, covering his head with his arms. As he lay on the ground the kicking started, heavy boots mostly being fended off but occasionally finding their way through to his ribs and stomach.

His blood began to course through his veins with a strange heat. The beating slowed to a stop and he heard the sound of a bottle being broken off. He stood slowly and spat onto the floor before looking into the eyes of his would be executioner. As the man lunged in Lucas stepped to the side and delivered a punch to the mans chest that was much more than should have been possible from one with such a thin build. Ribs cracked audibly and the man was lifted into the air and carried across the room.

Lucas smiled at the incredulous looks that turned to anger. Lucas placed his hand on a table and smiled out at the half dozen men still standing. With a flick of his wrist he unleashed the pent of force of those dozens of kicks and launched the piece of furniture across the room and into the group of smugglers. What followed was a one sided bar fight that hand ended well before any sort of law enforcement had arrived.

Equipment: A simple rapier

Ability/Magic/Technology:
Fencing skill - On the mundane side of things Lucas has a natural skill for fencing, able to last out with uncanny grace, precision and speed.

Force manipulation - Lucas can redirect and store energy from blows through his body, absorbing, storing and releasing the kinetic energy through his hands and arms. The stored energy bleeds off rapidly after a few seconds of delay, usually taking no more that a minute to totally dissipate. This bleed off takes the form of heat that can quickly become dangerous if allows too much to build up.