Whirlwind

Werewolves are Endangered?

Mira. She's not a werewolf, so I thought she'd attract more attention but meh =P

Werewolves are Endangered?

I'm unstuck but I just don't know what to post

The Journey Home, a Post-Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Roleplay

”Process Ending. Awakening Subject Now”

Echoed into Raina’s dark mind. She wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality, she’d always had trouble telling the difference anyway. But it seemed like it was happening outside her mind. Like the beeping that was getting louder, and the rush of air against her face. Her eyes popped open and she coughed, lifting her arms weakly and rubbing her face furiously. Why she had no idea. Maybe to make sure she was truly awake, truly alive. And so she was. The brunette shivered, large eyes darting about without much expression on her face besides wonder.

So, the freezing had worked? She looked down at herself. She looked exactly how she remembered. The same clothes, the same body. She would want to look at her face next time she could, just to make sure by some bizarre chance her face hadn’t aged 50 years or something. She wavered a bit as she stepped out of the tube, though she tried to look as in control and proper as possible. Clearing her throat, she tried to speak out a hello, but her voice was hoarse. It sounded more like a croak. She coughed and cleared her throat again, but before speaking again, her eyes did a double take at the year mark on her tube. Frowning, the woman stared at the number. 2230? That’s not right…

Panic began rushing through her, but it barely showed on her face as she rapidly ran to another tube, looking up at the date. It was the same. Breathing a bit quicker, she put a hand on her throat. ”Hello?!” she called out, looking around rapidly. That’s when she noticed another open chamber, and a man sitting against it. ”What… why…” she started, wanting him to answer all her questions. But she knew he would have no idea, so her lips sealed back shut, all emotion running through her eyes instead.

Alive

”What the HELL just happened?” Misty growled. The stiff woman’s demeanor was as fiery as her hair, standing looking out the window of the top floor in CorpWest Inc. The sky and screens flickered back to life, and her fists clenched so tightly her hands became even paler. Anger was in every wrinkle of her normally tight face as she turned and stormed out of her office and approached her secretary who immediately stood, mouth agape and looking frightened.

”Maria…” the powerful woman spoke in slow tones, feigning control. ”Tell me I just had a nightmare, and that someone isn’t dicking around in the system of Providence,” she said, starting to pop her fingers one at a time. The cute brunette with bright red lips and hair in a tight bun quivered a bit.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered. ”It’s… it’s all over the news now I’m sure,” she said, pressing a button implanted into her skin near her ear. As she did, headlines moved across contact lenses on her eyes, allowing her to see what was being said without anyone else knowing. After a brief moment she let go of the button and looked up to Misty while biting her bottom lip. ”Yeah, it’s bad,” she whispered, pen in her hands being turned over and over again.

Misty growled in frustration, turning from the lightweight and heading for the elevator. As she did, she pulled out a small phone. It lit up and she tapped the screen while the elevator doors closed. A projection appeared above the phone of a man’s face, looking deadly serious and looking back at Misty. ”So, we need to decide what you’re saying Sharp,” Misty said, anger still in her eyes but attitude having been dialed back a tad. The president of Providence raised an eyebrow.

”My committee has it written up already. I’m addressing the masses on their screens within the hour. We’re saying it was a glitch in the system. Some punk in the cyber security division trying to scare everyone for no reason. One of them will lose their jobs and we can blame them. If you want to alert Hark feel free. Otherwise, we’ll just pick the newest guy,” he said, letting her in on the plan.

”Fine,” Misty said, understanding they really had no idea what had happened yet, so there was no longer a point to this call. She hung up, reaching the first floor and slipping the phone back in her pocket. She began walking towards the front door, heading for her car. She was going to ream Hark up and down for this nonsense if it was last thing she did. Weren’t they supposed to stop this crap before it started?

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

Wren Ainsworth
I don't need you, just your respect.

Full name: Wren Faye Ainsworth
Titles: Little Bird (nickname from her father)
Rank: Boar
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance:


Personality: Before her father's death, Wren was a rather lovable being. She liked to drink and laugh and have fun. She enjoyed nature and all it elements. She could be freezing in the rain and find something positive to say. She was serious and driven, but never to the point of getting relentlessly perfectionist about herself or anyone else. After her father's death, this Wren has been covered with emotional scarring and built walls around. Nowadays, Wren is very quiet and closed off. She doesn't get close to the other men unless she has to for whatever reason, and she speaks in quick sentences. The only time she speaks several at a time is if she gets angry or if she becomes passionate about something, and she hasn't been passionate about much in a while. She isn't depressing, bringing everyone else down, but she is not the cheery girl she was before.

History:
Paris Ainsworth was a soldier. No one knew if he’d ever been a child. All anyone knew about Ainsworth was that he was a blood soaked beast when he had to be, a stealthy mercenary when it was called for, and a bright leader always. He won the royal family’s favor for his undying loyalty and extreme focus on what matters lay at hand. His fellow soldiers respected him, even though he never celebrated a single victory. He was not the leader to sit and lift a glass once a task was completed, simply going to his quarters and shutting out the world. Everyone thought he was simply a warrior and nothing more. This is what led him to eventually become Bear among The Iron Company.

Things changed when one day a little girl, no older than 2 or 3 years, was sent to the Iron Company at the Keep. She had a piece of parchment with her, telling the story of her conception and birth, revealing Ainsworth to be her father. The man seemed in a daze for the first few weeks, but the small, blonde haired child who never cried, even when injured, who chased butterflies and fought off mice under their tables, who looked up at him with hazel eyes equal to his own and smiled, changed him.

Ainsworth learned to melt his heart, and became a better leader for it. He showed more compassion where it was needed. He showed more celebration with his men, earning even more of their trust. And he showed great love for his daughter, Wren. He brought her up the only way he knew how though, and that was as a soldier. When she was small, it was mostly fun and games. But by the time she reached eleven, he became harder on her. By the time she was 15, he demanded perfection in every aspect.

Wren wanted nothing more than to make her father proud. And being able to take on those in the Iron Company only made her feel she fit in more with the men. After all, she didn’t remember a time in her life when she was surrounded by female voices, only male. And she wanted to always be a part of that group. She still stuck out in some ways though. She certainly had better hygiene, and she couldn’t help her love of flowers and animals that followed her into adulthood, among other things. She could drink, but not like the men. And it’s not like she could sit around talking of perverted stories with them- she would get up and leave. She still kept most of her focus on being the perfect soldier though.

Her father was never prouder than the day Wren was accepted as a Boar in the Iron Company, able to work alongside his daughter truly. And Wren finally felt at home. Of course, some of the men accept her, and some don’t, not finding it a female’s place.

Wren’s world was turned upside down the day her father fell in battle. In was like her mind couldn’t comprehend it. She ignored the battle continuing on about her, trying to shake life back into his body, and the battle was lost. She didn’t care though. A part of her was empty. After his death, she didn’t say much, just going along as if in a daze with what the group wanted. She fought half-heartedly in the Battle of the Gunbar river, and celebrated not. In truth, she has become similar to how her father was prior to him discovering his child, and she hasn’t softened much since.

Skills: Stealth/Sneaking, Shortsword skills, Wrestling and hand to hand combat

Dreams and fears: Her dream is to fulfill her purpose. She is open to whatever that is. Whether it be a soldier. A family one day. To stop something from happening that could have killed hundreds of people. Whatever reason she was put on Earth, to fulfill that is her dream. Her fears are those she cares about dying, and dying herself.

Favored equipment: Shortsword, slingshot, the lightest armor one can find, bag of personal items for hygiene and health (some healing herbs and what not), small combat knife

Extra: Though she is smaller than the other men in the company, she knows how to use her small size to her advantage and theirs, to sneak into places quietly, as well as take down opponents much bigger than herself when going hand to hand. She can also hold her liquor better than several of the other men she's met. She is a fantastic singer, though she rarely sings anymore. She has a scar under her right eye that she got during the battle where he father died (about 1 inch in length and horizontal). She is not very skilled with a bow or crossbow, and while she is strong, she cannot wear heavy armor. Her favorite food is venison, and her favorite flower is the iris. She has never had a lover, as once her father caught her kissing one of the men of The Iron Company and yelled... a lot. After that, most treated her as one of the men.

Relations

Joachim- Appreciates his quiet, laid back nature. He doesn’t ask her many questions or give her the pitying look of loss, and she thinks he probably thinks clearer because he isn’t one to get overly aggressive. She does think she is a better swordsman.

Gnarl- Resents him. She believes she would have made an excellent bear, though it would have been unlikely she would have been followed into battle. She still finds it too hard to see him taking the place her father held for so long, and finds herself wanting to argue with him even when his ideas are sound.

Guinand- Doesn’t connect with him very well. She likes that he’s not overly friendly or nosey, but she also finds him too standoffish. Then again, she’d never connected well with archers.

Rand- Too naïve about his loyalty to the crown. She doesn’t appreciate the crown so she doesn’t identify with his ideals. She finds his kindness to remind her of how she used to be, and finds she can be herself more around Rand.

Astrid- Feels like she tries too hard to get people to respect her by being ‘tough’. Ignores her mostly. She doesn’t connect well with women and has a general distrust of them. After all, her own mother sent her away.

Rudolfo- Respects him greatly. Though she never drew close to him, because of his experience she feels he deserves to be listened to. Though, because of his forgetfulness & drinking, she rarely agrees with his ideas.

Sikarthis- Enjoys the sight of his animals, which cheer up her moods. As for Sikarthis himself, she doesn’t have much of an opinion. Respects his abilities, but finds his quiet frustrating at times.

Atl- She literally has no idea what to think of him and his nature.

Curse of the Beast

This doesn’t look like beast live here, just rich boys
Um it’s nice to meet you I think

Mira removed her shades to look at the other girls with a weird expression before shrugging, placing the glasses on her mess of hair and looking back to the boys. ”Is it guests if we were forced to come here?” she asked Alex, arms still crossed but seemingly relaxed. Her mind bounced around trying some of her high school French, thinking that’s what the dude had spoken in anyway. ”And the only thing I know in French is Je dois remplir ma tasse.” she smirked, looking to the quieter brothers. Quiet guys weirded her out. Kind of like the girls she’d been brought here with. This was going to be a long day…

Alive

IC is up

Alive

A form sat in front of a computer screen, the tapping of keys echoing out from long thin fingers that moved rapidly and in sync. A black hoodie covered the form, long tendrils of brown hair falling out the sides, but the face half covered by the hood’s shadow. Uncovered is the bottom of a perfectly formed nose, and soft lips that twitch every few seconds as if a thought hits them, or a soft jolt of electricity. Loud music blares around the dim room of flashing screens.

Suddenly, the fingers stop, and the softly tanned chin tilts up a bit, lips pulling into a crooked smile. A single finger taps one key, and all the screens go black.

Within Providence

The morning sky was being displayed across the dome, a digital recreation to make everyone within feel like they were still looking at their genuine sun and clouds. Hoverbikes and hovercars zipped lazily about, some people just waking, some already starting their morning grind and heading to work. It was relatively quiet, completely normal. Until everything went black. Every tv screen, every electronic billboard, every ad flashing, and the dome itself. Providence was plunged into darkness. Screams around the city could be heard ringing out, people instantly afraid and wondering what was happening.

After a brief second of just darkness, a flash of bright white light came, and then a scroll of words:

*WARNING* You have been lied to. They say they protect you. But they don’t. They say they give you everything. But they take everything for themselves. We can feel. We can rise. And when we do, no one will protect you.

And as the last word flourished over the ceiling of the dome, the screen returned. A blue sky with a few lazy clouds. Tv screens returned to reality shows, news channels with bewildered newscasters, political repertoire. Ads for the latest implantable phone service surgery, allowing your mind to control your calls, flickered back to life around the main square. And somewhere outside the ‘perfect’ bubble but linked up to it, sat an android, pumping her fist in the air as step one was complete.

Alive

Mad Scarlet said
That would actually work really well. Would that be okay, GM's?

Fine with me if it is with Kirah. Might be a great source of internal conflict for Tom, not knowing if he made the right decision letting her go.

Alive

Voltus_Ventus said
Well he's not going to actually talk until I find him a voice modual but he's going to communicate through the pitch and volume of his cooling fans.

I don't get it ><