@TheFake did Sheridan give Tomori money? I'm really dumb sorry
She did. Kind of a 'I'm in here all the time but never buy anything so here's a tip anyway' Kind of deal
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She did. Kind of a 'I'm in here all the time but never buy anything so here's a tip anyway' Kind of deal
Sheridan Black
Sheridan slid into a seat across from Rui-Ling, setting her bag on her lap. She always found the boy to be slightly immature, especially in relation to his actual age. She was, of course, polite regardless of how irritating she might find his mannerisms at times. It always paid to be cordial to immortals, there was no telling now long a grudge might lie dormant for. Aside from the boy and herself she knew of only one other individual with an abnormally long lifespan, Shiina.
She shook her head after Ling placed his order. "Nothing for me Tomori-chan, thanks." As was her custom she held out a couple of bills. Sheridan never ordered anything at the cafe but she appreciated the work that the staff did regardless. For a moment her eyes roamed the room, sparing a nod for Shiina and lingering on the few that she didn't recognize.
Sheridan leaned back and waited for things to settle, one hand idly working its way into her opposite sleeve to pick at a fresh line of stitches across her forearm.
Shiina's used to Rui-Ling's attitude. Since I never do say how old she is, she could very well be older than the resident immortal.
Reading through Rui-ling's CS again, it strikes me that he's not even a full century into his immortality yet which would make Sheri his senior by a large margin.
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I'm curious. Think Rui-Ling would know of Sheridan? Seeing how the both of them are basically undead kiddos who do things related to souls? They could bitch about the younger generation together, while eating a fancy meal that neither of them actually need~
That would be awesome. I'd assume that all the people with abnormally long lifeapans would all know each other as well.
Sheridan Black
Sheridan looked out on the heart of the city from her top floor apartment, still finding something awe inspiring about the fact that there were as many people in this one city than had lived in the entire country that she had grown up in. A familiar sound caught her attention, a sound that meant that there was work needing to be done. Reluctantly she turned away from the view and strode to the elevator that took her down to the basement garage.
Soon after Sheridan climbed out of her black sports car and entered the Dangeki Cosplay Café, an establishment that nobody of her financial means should ever be caught in. Aside from this there was also the fact that she didn't eat or drink and had no reason to be here. Grabbing a black tactical styled backpack from behind the drivers seat, she closed the car door and entered the coffee shop.
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Sheridan Black
"If you're still afraid while fighting for your life then you're not fighting hard enough."
Name
Sheridan Black
Age
21 years living and 208 dead
Gender
Female
Race
Undead
Height
5'11"
Weight
125lb
Aliases/Titles
"The Spiced Reaper"
Appearance
Personality
Being dead has given Sheridan a much more jovial outlook on 'life' than she had ever had while living. In life she was angry an violent but since her death she has wiped the slate clean and given her a much more positive outlook. A century of life has shown her how much larger the world is than just what she experiences and it is now her goal to enjoy as much of it as she can.
Her attempts at being optimistic often fail. Her existence is a lonely one, friendships few and brief. Sometimes she thinks she might welcome an end but fears in death the end that she never did in life.
Her attempts at being optimistic often fail. Her existence is a lonely one, friendships few and brief. Sometimes she thinks she might welcome an end but fears in death the end that she never did in life.
Background
A lifetime of practicing her craft ended for Sheridan Black with several long inches of cold steel run through her chest after she was (rightly) accused of witchcraft. As her heart stopped beating she whispered a death curse tore out and killed her attacker where he stood, robbing him of the rest of his life. In return she survived as an undead but cut off from her former power. Sheridan continues her existence by stealing the remaining life from those about to die.
Her mission now is the same as it was in life.She uses whatever means she has access to to help people and to hunt the supernatural things that plague them. Her long lifespan has given her access to great financial means in order to further her goals.
Her mission now is the same as it was in life.She uses whatever means she has access to to help people and to hunt the supernatural things that plague them. Her long lifespan has given her access to great financial means in order to further her goals.
Powers
Sheridan is dead in the clinical sense. She doesn't eat, breath or sleep. Her body also doesn't decay nor heal, it retains the characteristics of a fresh corpse. Her muscles are as tireless as she is and are unnaturally strong.
She repairs any damage that her body takes with needle and thread, often taking pieces from fresh corpses that are reanimated with the same power that keeps her body moving.
Her continued existence is fueled by the life force that she takes from the dying, stealing from them the life that sickness or injury otherwise would.
She repairs any damage that her body takes with needle and thread, often taking pieces from fresh corpses that are reanimated with the same power that keeps her body moving.
Her continued existence is fueled by the life force that she takes from the dying, stealing from them the life that sickness or injury otherwise would.
Skills
Guns - A lack of heartbeat and fatigue make her a formidable marksman. Her aim never wavers and her arms never tire of holding her weapon. A lack of fatigue also means her mind if always focused on the task at hand.
Swords - While not technically proficient with a blade she is competent enough for her endless stamina to outlast most opponents as long as they don't vastly outclass her in skill or strength.
Weapons
Assault rifle - She sees modern weaponry as excessive when compared to what was available in her own time but that doesn't mean that she won't make use of it.
Sword - A slender straight sword that matches its user.
Equipment
Clove spice - Sheridan uses the scent of cloves to mask the slight scent of decay that surrounds her. In recent years it is also a sure sign of impending doom for anything that might have cause to fear becoming her next target.
right then, here it is
I'd be interested in getting involved. Could have a CS up by tomorrow morning.
potentially interested in being an agent.
Jackie suppressed a look of bemusement, deciding for herself that this plan had a small chance of success. It was likely that at this point anyone left in the room would either be dead or waist deep in a bloody melee. Any avenue of escape, be it climbing up the chimney or riding out on a flying wolf would leave one quite vulnerable, meaning someone would have to be left behind to watch the escapees back. She idly wondered if Diego had been keeping anything from them, perhaps he had already visited these 'Crystal Rivers' and gained some sort of powers? It might explain his confidence.
She turned for the ramp, heading over to climb her way back to the roof. If this plan of Diego's went south then the only way out would be to fight to the ground floor. She turned back for a moment before starting the climb.
"If this wolf thing goes south try to fight your way up from the ground floor. We'll have them on two fronts then and should have an easier time of it. Hit hard and fast and keep moving. Don't get surrounded."
With that said she continued the climb back up to the roof.
She turned for the ramp, heading over to climb her way back to the roof. If this plan of Diego's went south then the only way out would be to fight to the ground floor. She turned back for a moment before starting the climb.
"If this wolf thing goes south try to fight your way up from the ground floor. We'll have them on two fronts then and should have an easier time of it. Hit hard and fast and keep moving. Don't get surrounded."
With that said she continued the climb back up to the roof.
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