Yankee

ꇙ ꒤ ꋊ ꋪ ꒤ ꋊ ꋊ ꏂ ꋪ ꇙ

back again!

(Ah-sahn-tee)
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n a m e Asante

s p e c i e s Human

a g e 19

g e n d e r Male

Attributes

s k i l l s

• Navigation
  
  • Particularly skilled at reading the stars in order to get his bearings and make his way through the desert.
• Boga Handling
  
  • Adept at maneuvering the creatures and calming them down when needed.
• Lock-picking
  
  • Asante has studied many types of locks and how to open them. When all else fails he's got explosives though.
• Trap Dismantling
  
  • Learned in different kinds of traps and how to spot and disarm them, or otherwise render them ineffective.
• Agility
  
  • What Asante lacks in raw strength, he makes up for in swiftness, flexibility, and general agility. He has a good center of balance, and he's good at finding his way around or directly through hard to traverse areas.
• Minor Magic
  
  • Asante can preform only the most basic magics, anything beyond that is currently out of his power.

Inventory

w e a p o n s

• Flintlock Pistol
  
  • Kept tightly strapped to his person, the rudimentary pistol is used more to ward off danger than to kill. Shots fired at distant foes rarely hit their mark, but it keeps them away. The gun has it's uses.
• Scimitar
  
  • A sharpened sword worn proudly on the hip. While he usually lets others handle the bulk of combat, Asante is proficient with the blade and the sight of it sometimes helps to deter would-be thieves.
• Dagger
  
  • A short dagger Asante keeps concealed in his pants leg. The blade is only 4 inches long, but it gets the job done.

a r m o r

• Head - None
• Chest - Cloth
• Left Arm - Boga Leather Bracer
• Right Arm - Boga Leather Bracer
• Left Leg - Boga Leather Greaves
• Right Leg - Boga Leather Greaves

e q u i p m e n t
(attached to his person unless carried in a bag)

• Large powder bag x2
• Small explosives x5
• Rudimentary explosives x2
• Slingshot x1
• Small pipe x1
• Grappling hook x1
• Jeweled scarab brooch x1
• Ammo bag x1
  
  • Lead balls for the sling or pistol
• Canvas knapsack x1
  
  • Dried rations (week's worth)
  • Small water skin
  • Cactus fruits x2
  • Woven blanket x1
  • Hemp rope (30ft)
  • Bandages (10ft)
  • Small jar of salve x1
  • Bundle of hemp
  • Bundle of Skavverscare
• Coin purse x1
  
  • Silver x3
  • Copper x48
  • Small cut sapphire

Info

a p p e a r a n c e
Asante is a lithe young man of average height. His thin, flexible frame lets him more easily move through sands and ruins. He keeps his dark hair relatively short and wears breathable clothes in order to keep cool. He has bright blue eyes that perhaps hint to his perfect vision, letting him see over many miles or make things out more clearly at a distance. His tanned skin is common among the humans in the Exiled Lands. At times he enjoys adorning himself in jewels, but never does so when out on a mission.

p e r s o n a l i t y
Asante owes his life to the Sunrunners, and this fact deeply affects how he acts within the guild. He goes out of his way to make a name for himself and assist his seniors, giving near everything he earns on jobs to the guild's treasury. Although Asante prefers to think things over and may question a party leader's orders at times, he won't disobey them unless he feels his own life is in direct danger. Speaking of lives, he has no qualms about about any of his juniors being left to die if it means completing a mission. Although young, he was near-raised in the guild and there are plenty older though less skilled members that might as well be his juniors - and he considers them as such. He doesn't hold much love for those people, and he is often cold toward them. In general, Asante is a young man of few words, but he'll speak up when he thinks it's needed. He enjoys his alone time, and is on his own more often than not in the base, but at heart he is an extrovert and likes being in a group, though he won't admit that. Sometimes he will seek out scholars or older members returning from missions just to hear them tell stories, which makes him feel at ease. He doesn't pry into others' business and doesn't like people nosing around his either. Although Asante is aloof and unfriendly at first, forging a friendship with him means you've earned a life long friend. He begins to act more like a normal fun-loving adolescent when he feels comfortable around someone.

l i k e s

• Being around others
• Stargazing
• Smoking
• Exploring
• Learning

d i s l i k e s

• Others knowing he likes being around them
• Lazy people
• Being indebted
• Being in confined spaces
• People who act before thinking

World of Light

Word Count: 1172 (+2 exp)
Level: 4 - Total EXP: 32/40
Location:Land of Adventure

Cadet couldn't really say that he'd been out past this side of Lumbridge before. The view was pretty nice though, at least for the first bit. Once the little living bullets started taking potshots at their ride, it was decidedly less nice. Still, most of the critters they drove past were of little threat to the Grimm and it's passengers. Luckily the others in their entourage didn't seem to have any major problems with them either. Some in their party took shots of their own at passing keese, and Cadet egged them on, wanting for one of his bowguns. He swatted at the few bat-like creatures that got through Linkle's onslaught, but they quickly poofed into either dust or low level spirits, and the Brother Grimm raced on, leaving the remnants behind. Kamek did say something about being really precise with trying to take pieces off of enemies, otherwise they'd just turn into spirits, and honestly that was still the thing Cadet found he had the hardest time wrapping his brain around. Thoughts for another time though, as the truck was quickly approaching a wide canyon, their destination on the other side.

The hunter peeked around the truck's cab from his spot in the bed. Quite a gap that was, he could tell even from here. Cadet wasn't exactly familiar with the inner workings of the monster truck, but if Euden said they could jump it then he believed him - and when Peach put them in reverse only to put pedal to metal a moment later, Cadet whooped out his approval, "Right on, Princess!"

It was a hard landing, much worse than the crash from the other night, but Cadet kept a firm hold on the edges of the monster truck and pulled himself back into the bed just as he was nearly flung from it. There was barely time to take a breath before enemies began appearing from the void, bubbling up from dark goo-ish puddles. Being that the red headed man was still brimming with energy from earlier, he wasted no time hopping out of the vehicle and brandishing his sword and shield. He overheard some vague words from Bowser and company about recognizing the many weird looking foes, and Cadet took that as good news - if some of their squad had dealt with these types of things before, it shouldn't be too difficult, right? So of course, Cadet headed right on into battle.

"Okay! Let's - !?" The hunter's enthusiasm was cut short from an unexpected blast of wind. For such skinny guys, the Borboras certainly had impressive lung capacity. The trumpet-headed enemy managed to catch Ace Cadet totally off guard with it's wind blast, sending the red head tumbling backwards... and backwards, backwards still, until the Borboras was handily taken out by others in their group. Cadet was pushed nearly to the cliff's edge before the Borboras was defeated, but as soon as it's wind stopped the hunter got to his feat and dusted himself off.

"Okaaaay, gonna try that again," he grumbled to himself before jogging back into the fray. The group had expanded in a big way - it seemed anyone that was capable of summoning allies had done so. It closed the gap between numbers, making it harder for the "subspace" things to gang up on anyone person, which was great news for those like Cadet that didn't have a horde of minions in their pocket. The hunter did his part, slashing at Feyesh overhead when they swooped in low to attack. A poorly timed jab gave one of the fish an opening to zap the Cadet, it was painful and stunned him for a moment, but it's power was far less than what he was usually zapped with if he was being honest. The flying creatures' tentacles came cleanly off with a swing of his blade, and after being left defenseless they were easy enough pickings... but still they kept coming, and not just the Feyesh - all of the enemies were intent on attacking, sort of mindlessly even. It would have been a bit unnerving if there weren't so many of them to fight through.

Ace Cadet managed to push up back towards the bulk of the group, bashing and stabbing any of the little Primids that happened to get past the others. With just his melee weapon on hand, it was slow going, but he made just in time to lay eyes on the bulbous thing with two wicked looking scythes attached to it rolling towards them - though it was doubtful he would have missed it anyway, seeing as it was quite a bit larger than most anything else on the battlefield.

"Whoa, heads up!" he called to the group at large. Two thoughts quickly passed through the Cadet's head: the first, can I take that thing? and the second almost immediately after, yeah I can probably take that thing. The Greap looked like it was made of solid steel, it would be tough, but even if the Cadet was unable to beat it alone he could at least distract it so it didn't catch anyone with their hands already full. As soon as the red head broke off towards it, the scythe wielding creature set it's eyes on him and rolled forward to meet him, it's weapons held high overhead... then swiftly brought down, aiming to slice the Cadet in one fell chop. The weight of it's blades and the momentum of it's swing brought the scythes down hard, and the Cadet's shield was the only thing between him and the sharp end of it's arms. It's strike was heavy, putting the young man into the dirt and knocking the wind out of him, but his shield held strong. The Cadet was pinned, unable to throw the weighty scythe off of him until the Greap rolled backwards and raised it, preparing for another blow. The hunter's torso would likely be a mess of dark bruises after that first attack, a second would probably crack a few ribs and then some - so as soon as he got the chance, Cadet threw himself out of the path of the Greap's blades, rolling around the side of it as the point of the scythe came down in the spot he'd just been lying in.

The quick action had the hunter wincing for just a moment before he forced the pain out of his mind and raked his eyes over the large enemy for any sign of a weak spot. It's head was a safe bet, but it would be tough getting up there even with his slinger - it's body was smooth, it wouldn't be easy to latch onto. Then, maybe it's arms? Or whatever it had that passed for arms, the things connecting the scythes to it's round body were thin enough that perhaps they could be broken. Worth a shot! Cadet thought to himself, bring his sword down onto the connectors as the Greap attempted to pull its' weapons out of the earth they'd gotten stuck in.

ꇙ ꒤ ꋊ ꋪ ꒤ ꋊ ꋊ ꏂ ꋪ ꇙ (New Map! New Races!)

I'm in~

Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast - Chapter One: "Suffer Little Children"

Cynthia Wagner

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Cynthia Wagner

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Character Summary

Name: Cynthia Wagner
Aliases: none
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Scotland, Connecticut
Residence: Norwich, Connecticut
Occupation: Aspiring Journalist _{(Investigative Journalist)}

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Appearance and Physical attributes

⊰Strength⊱ 20	⊰Constitution⊱ 45	⊰Size⊱ 65	⊰Dexterity⊱ 40	⊰Appearance⊱ 40	⊰Hit Points⊱ 11

Physical description
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 132lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Tawny
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: n/a
Personal Style: Her casual wear consists of fashionable, yet comfortable clothes, while her work clothes are perfectly professional. Long skirts and at times trousers in muted colors, with only touches of personal flair. She does enjoy wearing more flashy items that accentuate her figure every now and then though.

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Psychology and Mental Attributes

⊰Intelligence⊱ 80	⊰Education⊱ 73	⊰Power⊱ 80	⊰Luck⊱ 55	⊰Sanity Points⊱ 80	⊰Magic Points⊱ 16

Kind * Pushy * Brave * Headstrong * Romantic * Bit desperate

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: A woman for a new age, who knows what she wants to tries her hardest to get it. She values education and equal rights, even having marched for women's suffrage when he was younger. Maybe it's silly optimism, but Cynthia really believes that anything is possible if you set your mind to it. To that end, she diligently chips away at her goals until she's seen them through. She also takes pleasure in helping others with their own goals - she finds it fulfilling, and if she hadn't already settled on a career of spreading positive yet radical opinions through her writing, she may have been a full time volunteer at a charity.

Speaking of her career choice, Cynthia has been having a hard time getting anywhere with it, though she hasn't given up yet and isn't likely to in the near future. Any misstep she takes, and she bounces right back. Any push back from her supervisors or mocking words from her co-workers, and she does her best to prove them wrong. Her aggressive "can-do" attitude can take quite a toll on her though. In private she is very prone to melt downs when the frustration becomes to much. There are many poor pillows in her room that served as punching bags when she needed to vent. Still, no matter how much life has piled onto her shoulders, she hasn't stopped moving yet.
Habits: Tapping her foot, pauses in speech
Hobbies: Power-walking, Word Puzzles
Greatest fear: Her ex-fiance finding her
Likes:

• Her cat
• Sunflowers
• In-depth conversations
• Reading
• Writing
• Tea

Dislikes:

• Insects
• Mushrooms
• Pushy men
• Sad sacks
• Strong cologne
• Cold days

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Cards On The Table

Skills

Skills

• Accounting - 05%
• Anthropology - 01%
• Appraise - 05%
• Archaeology - 01%
• Art/Craft - 70%
  - Photography
• Charm - 30%
• Climb - 20%
• Credit rating - 15%
• Cthulhu Mythos - 00%
  -Cannot be raised by normal means.
• Disguise - 05%
• Dodge - 30%
• Drive auto - 20%
• Electrical Repair - 10%
• Fast Talk - 05%
• Fighting (Brawl) - 25%
  -
• Firearms (Handgun) - 20%
• Firearms (Rifle/Shotgun) - 25%
  -
• First Aid - 30%
• History - 70%
• Intimidate - 15%
• Jump - 20%
• Language (Other) - 01%
  -
• Language (Own) - 75%
• Law - 05%
• Library Use - 95%
• Listen - 30%
• Locksmith - 01%
• Mechanical Repair - 10%
• Medicine - 01%
• Natural World - 10%
• Navigate - 10%
• Occult - 05%
• Operate Heavy Machinery - 01%
• Persuade - 70%
• Pilot - 01%
  -
• Psychology - 60%
• Psychoanalysis - 01%
• Ride - 05%
• Science - 01%
  -
• Sleight of hand - 30%
• Spot Hidden - 80%
• Stealth - 20%
• Survival - 10%
  -
• Swim - 30%
• Track - 10%
• Additional slots of not listed skills

Weapons and Combat

Damage Bonus: 0
Build: 0
Dodge: 30%

Weapons: (None at the moment)

• Unarmed: Regular Success - Hard Success Extreme Success - Damage (1d3 + DB)- Range (N/A) - Attacks (1) - Ammo (N/A) - Malfunction (N/A)
• Weapon name: Regular Success - Hard Success Extreme Success - Damage - Range - Attacks - Ammo - Malfunction

What Is On Your Person:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash(denote which country), a picture (a rare thing), papers and tobacco, pipe, matches, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, canteen, walking stick, and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world for the 1920's. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Fitted blouse, less fitted pantaloons, a woven bracelet, inexpensive shoes
• Small leather handbag (Purse)
• Current ID
• Press Pass
• United States Currency
• Pamphlet of "10 Things to do in New Hampshire!"
• Journal
• Several pencils and pens
• Leica I 35mm Camera
• Film rolls

Residence:
This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, blanket and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Weapons stash, books, files on people, books, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - Bullets get used, weapons get lost, ropes break. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks and keep it with your profession and what your income would have been. Not everyone is going to have money... Limited to spots provided.

• Copies of her publication's paper since she started there
• Writing award plaque
• Suitcases (pre-packed)
• Family photos
• Several biographies of prominent women
• Knife (for defense, hidden by front door)
• An older model camera
• Police radio scanner
• Contact book, quite big.
• Hidden cache of money
• Felix!

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History

What brings you to the LeMond's seanse: Her publication caught wind of the seance pretty easily: being that, there was an ad taken out in their paper for it. Cynthia, who'd been pushing to be put on a larger story, was given the task of "attend the seance and write about it." Naturally, she isn't very happy with the arrangement. She thinks it's a waste of time, but she'll be treating it like a mini-vacation.
Life before current day: An only child, Cynthia's childhood was a simple one, growing up in a small Connecticut town in a nice community. Her parents were kind people, and they always supported everything the young Cynthia wanted to do. Her interests changed a lot in her early years, yet the constant encouraging of her family eventually led to the confident woman who'd eventually decide she wanted to write about the world and all it had to offer: the good, the bad, and the ugly.

She always enjoyed learning, even as a kid, so she took her classes very seriously from elementary to high school. During her senior year she took up a romance with a young man from her home town a year older than her who she thought to be both sweet and smart. He was neither. Their dangerous, disastrous relationship lasted two years before she finally broke it off and, embarrassed about the whole thing Cynthia took a year off before returning her university to finish her degree. The campus became not only a safehaven for her, but a space where she grew more as a person. After graduating, with a recommendation from a colleague she was hired to a news publication.

...where she has remained to this day. Steadily trying to climb her way into a position as editor. It hasn't gone well so far. Stuck with advice columns and fluff pieces. Badgering her supervisors hasn't worked either, as they just stick her with nonsense like going to report on a seance. Still, she's as determined as ever, and if her bosses want a ghost story they'll get the best damn ghost story they'd ever read!
Your belief in/encounters with the supernatural: Cynthia doesn't believe in the supernatural per se, but she does believe that anything is possible. She'd always heard ghost stories growing up, but she's never experienced anything or seen any proof, so for now she is a skeptic.
Ideology/Belief: Activist. In her spare time Cynthia marches for equal rights for women and minorities, and is very vocal about her support in both her professional and private life.
Significant people: Sibling. Her older brother is the man who's always been in her corner. They frequently exchange letters and meet in person nearly once every two weeks. They are each other's best friends.
Meaningful location: Her alma mater. Cynthia cherishes education and was grateful to not only attend, but thrive there.
Treasured possessions: Her pet. Felix is a once-feral tabby cat Cynthia bonded with just after moving into her new place. She couldn't have made it through the stress of work and her failing love life without him.

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Extras

Character Quote: "'One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable.' Ha, I like that. It's a quote from Harriet Beecher Stowe, do you know of her?"
Theme Song: Something Like This
Anything Else: Contacts: news industry, politicians, street level cops

Pokemon: Shadows of Orre

Still in, just got a lot going on, slowly getting back to RP and wondering whether to wait for the last intro post before continuing or not.

Call of Cthulhu - Day of the Beast - Chapter One: "Suffer Little Children"

Here we go

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Cynthia Wagner

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Character Summary

Name: Cynthia Wagner
Aliases: none
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Scotland, Connecticut
Residence: Norwich, Connecticut
Occupation: Aspiring Journalist _{(Investigative Journalist)}

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Appearance and Physical attributes

⊰Strength⊱ 20	⊰Constitution⊱ 45	⊰Size⊱ 65	⊰Dexterity⊱ 40	⊰Appearance⊱ 40	⊰Hit Points⊱ 11

Physical description
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 132lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Tawny
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: n/a
Personal Style: Her casual wear consists of fashionable, yet comfortable clothes, while her work clothes are perfectly professional. Long skirts and at times trousers in muted colors, with only touches of personal flair. She does enjoy wearing more flashy items that accentuate her figure every now and then though.

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Psychology and Mental Attributes

⊰Intelligence⊱ 80	⊰Education⊱ 73	⊰Power⊱ 80	⊰Luck⊱ 55	⊰Sanity Points⊱ 80	⊰Magic Points⊱ 16

Kind * Pushy * Brave * Headstrong * Romantic * Bit desperate

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: A woman for a new age, who knows what she wants to tries her hardest to get it. She values education and equal rights, even having marched for women's suffrage when he was younger. Maybe it's silly optimism, but Cynthia really believes that anything is possible if you set your mind to it. To that end, she diligently chips away at her goals until she's seen them through. She also takes pleasure in helping others with their own goals - she finds it fulfilling, and if she hadn't already settled on a career of spreading positive yet radical opinions through her writing, she may have been a full time volunteer at a charity.

Speaking of her career choice, Cynthia has been having a hard time getting anywhere with it, though she hasn't given up yet and isn't likely to in the near future. Any misstep she takes, and she bounces right back. Any push back from her supervisors or mocking words from her co-workers, and she does her best to prove them wrong. Her aggressive "can-do" attitude can take quite a toll on her though. In private she is very prone to melt downs when the frustration becomes to much. There are many poor pillows in her room that served as punching bags when she needed to vent. Still, no matter how much life has piled onto her shoulders, she hasn't stopped moving yet.
Habits: Tapping her foot, pauses in speech
Hobbies: Power-walking, Word Puzzles
Greatest fear: Her ex-fiance finding her
Likes:

• Her cat
• Sunflowers
• In-depth conversations
• Reading
• Writing
• Tea

Dislikes:

• Insects
• Mushrooms
• Pushy men
• Sad sacks
• Strong cologne
• Cold days

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Cards On The Table

Skills

Skills

• Accounting - 05%
• Anthropology - 01%
• Appraise - 05%
• Archaeology - 01%
• Art/Craft - 70%
  - Photography
• Charm - 30%
• Climb - 20%
• Credit rating - 15%
• Cthulhu Mythos - 00%
  -Cannot be raised by normal means.
• Disguise - 05%
• Dodge - 30%
• Drive auto - 20%
• Electrical Repair - 10%
• Fast Talk - 05%
• Fighting (Brawl) - 25%
  -
• Firearms (Handgun) - 20%
• Firearms (Rifle/Shotgun) - 25%
  -
• First Aid - 30%
• History - 70%
• Intimidate - 15%
• Jump - 20%
• Language (Other) - 01%
  -
• Language (Own) - 75%
• Law - 05%
• Library Use - 95%
• Listen - 30%
• Locksmith - 01%
• Mechanical Repair - 10%
• Medicine - 01%
• Natural World - 10%
• Navigate - 10%
• Occult - 05%
• Operate Heavy Machinery - 01%
• Persuade - 70%
• Pilot - 01%
  -
• Psychology - 60%
• Psychoanalysis - 01%
• Ride - 05%
• Science - 01%
  -
• Sleight of hand - 30%
• Spot Hidden - 80%
• Stealth - 20%
• Survival - 10%
  -
• Swim - 30%
• Track - 10%
• Additional slots of not listed skills

Weapons and Combat

Damage Bonus: 0
Build: 0
Dodge: 30%

Weapons: (None at the moment)

• Unarmed: Regular Success - Hard Success Extreme Success - Damage (1d3 + DB)- Range (N/A) - Attacks (1) - Ammo (N/A) - Malfunction (N/A)
• Weapon name: Regular Success - Hard Success Extreme Success - Damage - Range - Attacks - Ammo - Malfunction

What Is On Your Person:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash(denote which country), a picture (a rare thing), papers and tobacco, pipe, matches, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, canteen, walking stick, and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world for the 1920's. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Fitted blouse, less fitted pantaloons, a woven bracelet, inexpensive shoes
• Small leather handbag (Purse)
• Current ID
• Press Pass
• United States Currency
• Pamphlet of "10 Things to do in New Hampshire!"
• Journal
• Several pencils and pens
• Leica I 35mm Camera
• Film rolls

Residence:
This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, blanket and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Weapons stash, books, files on people, books, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP - Bullets get used, weapons get lost, ropes break. Again, keep this grounded in reality. You won't have an arsenal! Bare bones to start folks and keep it with your profession and what your income would have been. Not everyone is going to have money... Limited to spots provided.

• Copies of her publication's paper since she started there
• Writing award plaque
• Suitcases (pre-packed)
• Family photos
• Several biographies of prominent women
• Knife (for defense, hidden by front door)
• An older model camera
• Police radio scanner
• Contact book, quite big.
• Hidden cache of money
• Felix!

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History

What brings you to the LeMond's seanse: Her publication caught wind of the seance pretty easily: being that, there was an ad taken out in their paper for it. Cynthia, who'd been pushing to be put on a larger story, was given the task of "attend the seance and write about it." Naturally, she isn't very happy with the arrangement. She thinks it's a waste of time, but she'll be treating it like a mini-vacation.
Life before current day: An only child, Cynthia's childhood was a simple one, growing up in a small Connecticut town in a nice community. Her parents were kind people, and they always supported everything the young Cynthia wanted to do. Her interests changed a lot in her early years, yet the constant encouraging of her family eventually led to the confident woman who'd eventually decide she wanted to write about the world and all it had to offer: the good, the bad, and the ugly.

She always enjoyed learning, even as a kid, so she took her classes very seriously from elementary to high school. During her senior year she took up a romance with a young man from her home town a year older than her who she thought to be both sweet and smart. He was neither. Their dangerous, disastrous relationship lasted two years before she finally broke it off and, embarrassed about the whole thing Cynthia took a year off before returning her university to finish her degree. The campus became not only a safehaven for her, but a space where she grew more as a person. After graduating, with a recommendation from a colleague she was hired to a news publication.

...where she has remained to this day. Steadily trying to climb her way into a position as editor. It hasn't gone well so far. Stuck with advice columns and fluff pieces. Badgering her supervisors hasn't worked either, as they just stick her with nonsense like going to report on a seance. Still, she's as determined as ever, and if her bosses want a ghost story they'll get the best damn ghost story they'd ever read!
Your belief in/encounters with the supernatural: Cynthia doesn't believe in the supernatural per se, but she does believe that anything is possible. She'd always heard ghost stories growing up, but she's never experienced anything or seen any proof, so for now she is a skeptic.
Ideology/Belief: Activist. In her spare time Cynthia marches for equal rights for women and minorities, and is very vocal about her support in both her professional and private life.
Significant people: Sibling. Her older brother is the man who's always been in her corner. They frequently exchange letters and meet in person nearly once every two weeks. They are each other's best friends.
Meaningful location: Her alma mater. Cynthia cherishes education and was grateful to not only attend, but thrive there.
Treasured possessions: Her pet. Felix is a once-feral tabby cat Cynthia bonded with just after moving into her new place. She couldn't have made it through the stress of work and her failing love life without him.

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Extras

Character Quote: "'One wants to be very something, very great, very heroic; or if not that, then at least very stylish and very fashionable.' Ha, I like that. It's a quote from Harriet Beecher Stowe, do you know of her?"
Theme Song: Something Like This
Anything Else: Contacts: news industry, politicians, street level cops

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure - Operation: Ground the Harpy

The assault that would become the Austrian sniper’s final act was truly a terrifying one. With each pull of the trigger the woman demonstrated the tremendous skill she had in her lethal craft, each bullet hitting it’s mark and then some. Pinging off of trees at just the right angles to send the rounds in different directions, yet exactly where she intended them to go - at least, that was the impression Taras got; that their yet unseen assailant was completely in control of the situation even now as the agents were on the cusp of breaching the fort. The tank that he and Yonaka took refuge behind offered little cover given the gunman’s impeccable aim and supernatural sight. Worse yet, it seemed she was gunning for him.

They spotted「Bad Case」, the Russian decided. That was the only possible option, given that both Yonaka and Oscuro had much bigger prescenes on the battlefield despite being physically smaller than himself. Dodging bullets was a hard enough feat on its own, but coupled with the enemy’s ability it was virtually impossible. The projectiles tore through Taras’ flesh, narrowly missing vital points due to the man’s great effort to put the war machine between him and the woman gunning for his life.

”Ah, eto pizdets,” Taras growled under his breath as he willed his stand up through the old fortress. The stand was relaying it’s vision back to its user. The inside of the fort was mostly unremarkable. With its low field of vision, tripwires were seen on the stairwells but posed no threat to「Bad Case」 itself. The metallic insect climbed up three levels before it made it to the roof top where the shooter, a woman in furs, was stationed.

What resulted after the brief confrontation was a short lived chase through the fort’s interior. Understandably, the female that had served as the group’s enemy didn’t want to die. She was smart and though「Bad Case」 was small, she took it seriously. Fast too - and when she escaped past the bug-like stand down into the body of the fort, it gave the agents outside a reprieve from being fired upon.

Taras notably untensed as the gunfire stopped, seeing as he had a direct visual inside and knew exactly what was going on. "She is on the run," he informed the group, his words a bit pained as he kept pressure on his bullet wounds. The sooner his stand found its target, the sooner he could patch himself up. He really needed a nap after this, and a drink or three. Or four.

Eventually,「Bad Case」found its mark, stabbing the woman with its proboscis as soon as it had an opening. She didn't go down without a fight, but it was futile - only a stand could affect another stand, and if the wicked eye piece she wore was hers then it wasn't well suited for stand-to-stand combat... no matter how effective it was to help its user combat humans. After「Bad Case」connected itself via needle, the stand managed to stay attached and force the trick shot's inner body to cooperate with Taras' whims. One by one blood vessels were closed off, tied in knots, and clotted themselves. In her heart, her lungs, her brain. It wasn't a quick process, but as soon as she was dead the small stand extracted itself and hurried back outside to its master. It climbed up Taras' leg and moved to inject him but he stopped it by holding up a hand. "Wait," he commanded, and it waited. Of course,「Bad Case」had not personality of it's own, but that didn't stop the Russian from speaking to it at times. With practiced movements Taras wiped the proboscis before nodding and letting the stand go to work, using his own skin to patch up his wounds.

"I suppose it is over."

Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

I collect so. much. shit. I love collecting. I am not a "hardcore" collector but I do enjoy having something cool, or rare, or just a lot of something and pointing at it and saying "look! I have the most boring hobby of all... collecting!"

I have two collections I am quite proud of it. One is a collection of character merch of one specific anime character. Will gladly post photos if asked, nothing risque so no worries. My true pride and joy is my "money" collection. I phrase it like that because while it's primarily coins, I do have some foreign bills too. I have some cool coins I've gotten a hold of! Nothing insanely expensive but I like it. My most valuable piece is an old Canadian coin worth about $40-50.

What's your favorite vine/tiktok/funny viral video? The one that never gets old for you?

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Still interested.

Intertwined | Pokemon

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The night before

In some ways, Flynn never expected to visit New Bark Town again. At times, remembering their childhood life there had been like a pleasant dream for the red head... and it sort of felt like that now, too. Flynn had arrived in the small village last night with a little Oddish cradled in their arms. Frankly the pokémon wasn't very nice to hold on to, it's body was fleshy but it's skin was thick like a vegetable. However the pair had been walking a while, and the Oddish's little legs couldn't really keep up after a certain point, so Flynn carried it the last few miles into town.

The air had been still and quiet that night. Even in a sleepy town like New Bark, apparently people made it a point not to get out much after dark. That suited Flynn just fine. They gave themself a half-hearted tour of the town, sometimes mumbling and pointing things out to Iris, the Oddish. The old Arata family home sported a new nameplate with a new name, and it's curtains were drawn shut. Flynn didn't linger there too long.

They noted that the town still didn't have a pokémon center. When the centers weren't available, Flynn had taken to sleeping outdoors. When the dam broke and they ran, the dancer had neglected to pack much of anything besides the things immediately in their room: clothes, mostly. No money to speak of, so motels were out of the question. On the road they'd called upon their past self to recall how to climb trees and get out of sight - and they were mostly successful, save for a few scuffs and tears in their clothes. Another night outside wouldn't be awful.

"Iris," Flynn started, the sudden sound of the red head's voice startling the Oddish in their arms, "The moon isn't that bright, however I will find you a good spot." Flynn nodded to themself, making their words into a promise. Iris hummed happily. The pokémon's leaves were still spotty and ripped, soaking in some moonlight would be good for her.

After another lap around the town, one of the residents seemed to have noticed the pair. An older woman stepped outside, a little wind chime rattling as she passed it and went over to beckon Flynn over.

"You look lost, do you need directions? A phone? It's getting awfully late," the woman said, her tone warm.

"Thank you," Flynn tipped their head politely, "I'm not lost. I'm looking for somewhere--"

"To stay?"

Flynn blinked a few times, the only hint that they were surprised by the woman's question at all. Flynn's own tone was carefully neutral as they finished. "--to leave this Oddish overnight."

The stranger pointedly looked at Flynn's torn shirt and their grass stained leggings before meeting Flynn's eyes again with a smile. "I know a good place."

"Thank you for your hospitality." Flynn's voice was light even if their words were heavy with gratitude. Sleeping on a futon was so much nicer than in a tree. Not only that, but Flynn had been able to wash their clothes. Some still had holes, but at least they didn't smell anymore. The barest touches of a smile came to Flynn's face as they bowed gracefully, and the old woman at the other end of that bow giggled and shook her head.

"It was nothing, we all have to help each other in these times," she said, "I saw your Oddish wandering around by the road early, seems it wants to get going. Stay safe!"

Flynn watched the woman's back as she made her way back inside. They took note of the address and their expression faded to blankness as they considered the woman's words... oh, right.

I suppose it is 'my' Oddish, Flynn thought, I never really wanted it, but it's been with me through a lot... and it has a name.

"Iris?" The runaway dancer moved towards the road, walking along it towards the town's exit. Flynn didn't really have any plans in mind, had no goal at the moment, but staying in New Bark wouldn't be that bad, right? Though Iris apparently didn't agree. The Oddish was indeed a little further ahead, halfway between Flynn and a group of people gathering up. Most of them seemed to be roughly Flynn's age. Some of them even looked a little a familiar. Wait -

They didn't just look familiar, Flynn was fairly sure they knew most of those people's names. Dante, Cho, and was that Naoko? Bartholomew? Flynn slowed to a halt, their mind piecing the scene together. People that had lived in New Bark for years, and those that had moved away - ones Flynn knew well, and some only serving as playmates at the park. They all had bags with them, they looked ready to go somewhere. Was it... some kind of trip? It made sense, a group of old friends getting together for a getaway. One that Flynn may have even been invited too, though they were sure their grandmother would have thrown away such invitations. That said, would it... Would it be rude of me to try and tag along? they thought. Kat entered Flynn's vision, and their heart ached a little. They all look like their already having fun. I...

Iris turned to look at Flynn, waving it's leaves about. They might have imagined it, but her leaves did look a bit healthier since yesterday. Leaving Ecruteak had been good for the Oddish. It had been good for Flynn too, even if most of the time was spent walking aimlessly. Only a few more moments of hesitation passed before Flynn sighed, then stood up straight and walked forward. Their posture was perfect, their steps were graceful even just walking down a road, and when they passed Iris the pokémon happily chirped and followed along until both of them were standing close by the group of friends.

"Excuse me, I'm not sure if any of you remember me - My name is Arata. Ah, Flynn Arata." How sad it would be if Flynn had been purged from their minds, but the dancer would deal with it if that was the case. Still, they mentally chastised themself for the slightly botched opening before moving on, an air of determination twinkling in their eyes. "I... would like to come along with you all. Very much."