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Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

@Mach2 This is your baby as much as it's ours. Now we gotta work on @Gonzo!

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

@Mach2 Mach... words can not express the amount of tears (of joy) streaming down my face right now :) Welcome back, lovely!

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Xerxes Arvanitis

Location:Sky Lakes Medical Center.
^{Interacting With: Magnus Bane (@BlackPanther) and Leo Kwon (@December).}

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He would have expected this from an intern. Maybe. Maybe! But a woman who had been nursing at Sky Lakes for over five years? Inexcusable! He was absolutely livid - how could someone make a mistake like that? Syleste had been in pain for Gods knew how long and no one bothered to check in on her? Take notice? Call him? He certainly let the nurse who had checked on her last know his thoughts, too. He held nothing back, even so much as telling her that if it were up to him, her job would be terminated. Was he being a little harsh? Possibly. But he cared about Syleste deeply, almost like a second daughter. Celestial Guardians help the poor soul if that had been Cassandra in her place.

"Doctor Arvantis?"

Nostrils flared and chest still heaving slightly, Xerxes first turned his head to look over his shoulder and then one step at a time, turned his body to face the two men who were addressing him. The nurse took the opportunity to take her leave. Was she crying? Hell, he didn't care. Nor did he care about the looks of concern from the fellow hospital staff. It was very rare when he blew up on someone like that. He usually had a smile even in the face of the most stressful situations. Maybe he was just getting old...

His dark eyes looked Magnus and Leo over, recognizing the Druid almost immediately from their encounter the night previous (which didn't exactly help to quell his mood) but the one opposite of him he couldn't place. Sure he looked familiar, but his mind was otherwise occupied to try and place it.

"Yes? What can I do for you?"

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Damien Flores and Zoé Flores

Featuring: Alder James

^{Location: Mia and Pias Pizzeria and Brewhouse.
Interacting With: Each Other.}

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This was a joke… it had to be…

Remaining silent as he stood himself up from where he was sat, Zoé kept her dark gaze locked on his figure, watching on as he cautiously rounded the side of the bar only to then approach her as though she were some kind of wild animal, ready to lash out at him on a moment’s notice. Well, technically, he wasn’t too far off the truth… She was wild; had been now for quite some time, not that he would know that though. The one time she had needed him the most, he had disappeared… gone from her life, just like her niec-… no; worse than that… just like her pack had done.

Her eyes tearing away from his the moment he came to a stop in front of her, she let her gaze wander. Did he really expect her to hug him..? To act like he hadn’t just disappeared for the last year or so..? How many times had she tried to call him; to make sure that he was safe- to make sure that he wasn’t dead… but nothing. Just like Sombra, there had been no contact; though with her niece, there was still no contact. She had a number; that was it. One she that was instructed to leave voicemails on whenever things got bad or too out of hand. She never once got anything in return, but that was just the way it was with them- how it had been for the last five years or so… but never did she expect the same treatment to come from her own brother.

Lifting her gaze back up to meet with his, she continued to stare, reaching out to place the box of food on the bar top she otherwise remained stoic, not giving any signs that she was going to be moving anymore than she already had, even as Alder slipped away from them to instead go and collect a mop from the back. If things hadn’t of been a mess before, they sure were now… and it was clear she wasn’t at all referring to the beer spilled at her feet.

Taking the hint, Damien let his arms drop back to his sides, a sad sort of smile coming across his features. She wasn’t happy with him, that much was clear. Though she hadn’t quite reached the anger stage yet, it appeared that it would take her a few moments longer to get over the initial shock.

“I just got into town about thirty minutes ago…” he said out loud, not sure if he was explaining anything to her or just talking for the sake of interrupting the awkward silence that had been created. “Myra doesn’t even know I’m in town yet. I… wanted to come and see you first… I would have called but my phone…” he chuckled, though humor was left out of it. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you what happened to it.”

“..why are you here, Damien..?”

The words falling from her mouth before she could stop them, Zoé met with her brother’s eyes, holding them… searching them for answers, though she could see none. Why… why show up now..? Over a year late. Did he really believe that just showing up like this was going to fix things..?

“I just got out of a… strange situation.” he explained almost immediately at her question. “I wanted to come and see my baby sister… let her know everything is… well… not alright, but… not terrible…”

“..and you couldn’t have called me..?” Her breath picking up just slightly as her emotions began to rise, Zoé continued to stare up at her older brother, her dark eyes hardening slightly, and it took everything that she had to not let them change… to not show him the sickly blood red color of her true eyes, “..a year, Damien… a full year… you didn’t even call…”

Ignoring the sting that flittered across the surface of her iris’, she forced the tears back, refusing to let them fall as she held his full attention, “..did you forget that I was picking you up that day..? For hours I sat, alone, at the airport waiting for you to come out of security, or to send me a message letting me know what was going on; but I got nothing- I needed you… I needed my big brother more than ever, and you never showed up…”

“No phone, and I didn’t even have money for a ticket here, Zoé, let alone enough for a payphone. Believe me when I say that I would have contacted you sooner if I could have. Remember my special time in Russia?” He hated talking about Russia - his time as a hostage in some silly little war that his squad had no sense being in, in the first place. For an entire year he was imprisoned, beaten, raped, tortured, starved and so many other things that he didn’t even tell Zoé about. “Something like that.”

She was getting worked up, and frankly he couldn’t blame her. She was trying to hide something from him, though. He could literally feel it. Exhaling a soft sigh, Damien let his eyes close. For a moment, it seemed as though his eyelids were giving off a soft hue of light, and when he opened them again, that light remained, covering over his iris’ but was gone just as quickly as it had come.

“If you change now, your bartender is going to come around that corner and really start to question things. He’s already worked up about seeing you heft that keg on your shoulder. And somehow I don’t think an explanation of a change to your workout routine is going to settle with him.” His once brotherly voice was gone, replaced by one that held years of military service.

Her hands shooting out before he had time to even begin his sentence, Zoé gripped the front of his top, her eyes flashing over a dangerous red as she forced him back, pressing him rather violently against the wall, a quite wild and threatening growl growing from somewhere deep within her chest as she continued to hold his attention. She was done playing games- how dare he come in here and believe to know what had been going on in her life… how dare he come in here and start barking orders at her as though she were one of his soldiers…

It wasn’t going to happen.

“You have no idea about what’s going on here..!” Doing all she could to hold herself back, she snarled softly… menacingly before she brought her emotions back, her eyes once more returning back to their normal dark color, a slight sadness flickering across the surface of them as she visibly relaxed only the tiniest of bits, “..you have no idea about what’s going on with me...”

A small breath of air left his lungs as he was forced back into the wall, one of many various decorations that had been hung up swinging violently above him until it dislodged from the wooden panel and came crashing down.

It was like he had a third eye. Although his two, brown eyes were peering down at his sister, his mind’s eye recognized the falling object to be a framed picture of the three of them - Myra, Zoé, Damien - all three of them younger, in Spain, not a care in the world written across their features.

Although trapped by his chest, his arms were still free. One shot out, palm facing upwards and the picture that was sure to be destroyed became suspended in mid-air, hovering just at eye level and a good two feet from the palm of his hand. Waiting a moment or two longer, to simply let the action set in with his angry sister, he then raised his second hand. He turned his head, letting his eyes focus on the broken beer keg and the copious amounts of liquid on the floor. His free hand contorted into a claw, twisting and pulling at the wrist until the spilt beer began to shake on the ground, as though there were an earthquake. Then, “pulling” with his hand, the ruined beer rose from the polished floors and with a jerk of his hand, the amber liquid went from a floating puddle to a spiraling rope and moved in the direction towards the kegs - more specifically, the empty Dopplebock keg that was supposed to be replaced.

As the beer moved, there seemed to be an invisible sort of filter at a specific point. Tiny particles were left behind, be it dirt, grime, or anything else that may have made the beer impure and undrinkable. And as soon as the very last of the beer had been stored inside of the empty keg, each little filtered particle fell back to the floor.

”And you have no idea what’s going on with me.”

There was a scuffle around the corner where Alder was struggling with getting the mop bucket to move in the correct direction. Dropping one hand back to his side, Damien flicked his opposite wrist and the picture frame bounced back up, fastening back to the wall above them.

”Uh…” Alder surveyed the scene before him, not quite sure what to do with the situation of his boss pinning some stranger up against the wall. He had almost forgotten about the spill but when he looked to see where she should start mopping, nothing but a broken wooden keg and some dirt was left behind. “Uh…” He stared down the spot, and then looked back to Zoé, and then back to where he could have sworn a massive mess was. “What… the hell?”. Was he really just that tired? ”I could've swore… Boss… you okay?” The poor, confused boy looked back to Zoé, clearly needing some closure to a few things before his mind would even let him remotely function again.

M-Magic..? Her brother had magic..?

The anger seeming to disappear, even the tiniest bit from her features, Zoé’s grip loosened slightly over the front of his top, her dark eyes flicking back and forth between his own as she searched for some kind of answer as to what the hell she had missed over the last year or so. It was clear enough that something big had happened in both of their lives… something that the neither knew about, and now it seemed that it the time had come for all secrets between them to surface; to be spoken about openly and freely… a conversation, it seemed, that was well long overdue...

The sound of a familiar voice grabbing her attention, she shook her head lightly from side to side, pulled back from her thoughts so that she could instead shoot a quick glance over her shoulder at the bartender who was watching the both of them, and the current situation rather intently. Geez… when had he become so nosey..? Or maybe it was out of concern… the thought that it was the latter had a slight guilt weighing on her already heavy heart, “..I-... yeah, I’m fine… I, uh… I actually think we’re going to open a little later today… my brother and I have a lot we need to talk about…”

Brother? Alder shifted nervously against the mop handle that was placed inside the practically broken bucket with wheels. His eyes, heavy with sleep, looked once more between his boss and the… mess? He knew that Zoé had family… a brother and a sister… but she never talked about her brother. At least… in the last year she hadn’t- Oh…

Damien gave Alder a sort of strangled smile, the tips of his fingers on his raised hand twitching a bit in an effort to wave hello.

”Might be for the best. Your bartender looks like he could use another hour to wake up. Grabbed the mop instead of the broom.”.

Alder shook his head. Maybe he was really that tired. Then… he had seen Zoé carrying the keg on her shoulder… it was just empty. And the explosive mess… He heaved out a heavy sigh and without another word, turned himself around and forced the bucket with the broken wheel back into the storeroom to fetch the broom he apparently was supposed to grab in the first place.

It was clear that Alder was more confused than ever before; honestly, she couldn’t blame him. She was just as confused. Damien had been gone for the last year… now he was back, and with magic..? If the attack the night previous hadn’t complicated things enough, this had just made everything so much harder… Her grip loosening over the front of her brother’s top, Zoé paused for a brief moment before she shook her head, her soft lips parting ever so slightly as she called back out to the bartender.

“Alder… just leave it, I’ll clean it up… go home and get some more sleep… you deserve it- oh, and before you come in later, I still need you to stop by the brewery and grab those kegs I messaged you about this morning…”

”Uh huh…” The bartender barely acknowledged Zoé’s words as he continued to head towards the back. All he heard was that she was cleaning it up, and go home, and sleep. Sleep. Sleep was good. And he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, either.

Waiting until Alder was out of sight, Damien looked back to his sister, his “welcoming” smile reserved for Alder gone, and his face returning to it’s seemingly permanent stoic expression.

”We got a better place to talk?”

So warm one moment; so cold the next. This wasn’t the Damien she remembered… Lifting her attention back up so that she was able to meet with her brother’s gaze, Zoé stayed silent a moment, a slightly saddened frown flickering over her otherwise gentle features as she thought on his question. There were plenty of places they could talk openly with each other… the (now) only human employee she had already headed off home so that he could pass out, most likely on the couch while the pup he cared for climbed all over him… The bar was a safe place now that they had it to themselves; but she had a feeling that this shadow of a brother standing before her wouldn’t take that as a suitable answer…

“..you got a choice of my office in the back, or we can head back to my place; take your pick…” Dropping her hands from where they were resting against his chest, she stepped back, her gaze holding his for a few moments longer before eventually, she tore her attention away from him, instead allowing it to return to the food and the shake that her son had brought in, her hand reaching out to pick up the cup so that she could take a sip through the straw.

”Home, then. This might take longer than a few hours…”

I have a couple different RP ideas to discuss with you...

Hey guys! Just letting you know that The Tales of New Ancora has been created in the Advanced thread. So if you are interested, please stop by here and take a peek!

For everyone else!!! If there is something else you see on here that you are interested in, please let me know! I have enough time on my hands to be able to manage at least one more of these roleplays :)

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

@Archangel89 Welcome back! I was wondering if I might see you again here XD

@Atrophy Glad to have your interest! I will answer to the best of my ability (apparently I suck at explaining things that are in my head sometimes lol).

1.The latter. District 0 would be the absolute closest someone in New Ancora could get to the outside world. While district 20 would be practically built into a mountain. District 20 and district 0 are the two districts the furthest apart, so it's kind of linear. If you are in District 4 and need to get to district 6, you will have to go through district 5 unless you take one of the major highways that will have exits to the different districts. The only exception being the cross between Zone Alpha and Zone Beta. There's a wall. Literally. You'd have better luck trying to break out of Arkham City (not as Batman, of course).

2. I kind of answered this is question one, so let's go over the Zone Alpha and Zone Beta rules separately. Zone Alpha is a bit more refined about getting from district to district. The closer you get to district 0, the more intense the security becomes. Again, walls are a thing (this roleplay isn't titled Incarceron for no reason). There are walls that subdivide each district and one MASSIVE wall that separates Zone Alpha and Zone Beta. Each district crossing will have specified points in which you can enter, each having a certain number of police force to check access cards that would allow you into certain districts (think of having to stop to pay a bridge toll or having to stop at the border to tell a guy you don't have any fruit. Yes it's a thing. I live in Oregon and every time I go to California I have to stop at the border for this.) Now like I said, the closer you get to district 0, the more intense the check-overs. Zone Beta pretty much doesn't really care. The lower districts probably have holes in the walls or corrupt cops that really don't care about some tweaker going from zone 12 to zone 8.

Keep in mind, this doesn't mean that if you live on zone 8 you can't go visit zone 4. You just have to write out a permit for temporary visitation that the cops can keep track of. That way, if you stay longer than intended, they can call you up and see what's going on... or hunt you down and gut you like a fish (If you'd like to fax me, press the star key!) It is, however, almost impossible to go visit zone Alpha from Zone Beta. Though on the other side, you get very strange looks for an Alpha to go to Beta, and your medical history has to be up to date XD.

3. I pretty much just answered this. But more specifically, there ARE trains, subways, cars, bikes, pathways and what-not you can take for transportation. Hell, even walking is a thing in the future! So yeah. There you go.

4. Those districts have been shut down for years. Decades, even. The most recent will probably be district 11, which probably shut down seven years or so ago.

5. No one in New Ancora knows about the world outside. At least... that's what the government will tell you. Be careful who you talk to the outside world about. It might get you into trouble one day...

6. Lol yes, there can be a Dunkin' Donuts. Just for you :)

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

Welcome everyone :) You may have seen this roleplay around a time or two in the last few years and that is because my co-GM @Ghost Shadow and I have been working on this project for quite some time now - tweaking, refining, trying to perfect. Currently we are looking for new characters, and if you want an idea as to what characters are already in play or if you need a little help or inspiration as to what to do for a CS, you can take a look

here

Deon Saunders

Played by YoshiSkittlez

Name: Deon Desmond Saunders
Nickname: Darth
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Occupation: Cage Fighter at The Spit
District: 4 (by invitation)

Height: 5’11”
Weight: 168 lbs

Appearance:


Personality:
Deon is a merciless, cut-throat, brutal male that could be described as selfish and self-centered in almost all instances. He only looks out for himself which he often-times refers to as 'number one' and will stop at nothing to prove that he is better than everyone else. His hardened exterior can be chipped away though when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. He will, however, never put a woman in too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line of being a ‘bad boy.’

He holds no remorse for those he injures while fighting in the ring and on more than one occasion has attacked with a more powerful purpose than to simply injure or knock unconscious. It is said that Deon holds a certain, animalistic rage when he fights which has kept him champion even when he was outmatched. He laughs at his pain, showing no weakness and many times others have often wondered if he is even human.

Biography:
Deon was the first born to Riley Saunders in the low levels of District 17. She was only seventeen herself but somehow, she managed to raise him on her own (the father mysteriously absent since conception and never, ever talked about) until Riley met another man who stepped in as Deon's step-father at the age of 4. Two years later, and Riley had another child, a girl this time and Deon's step-sister he grew incredibly close to.

Just as life seemed that it could be manageable in District 17, Deon's step-father was killed when returning home from work by a small-time gang that really wanted his wallet. Unable to make ends meet for her two, young children, Deon took it upon himself to drop out of school and find employment to help out. This robbed him completely of any childhood he might have had left, becoming a man years before puberty even hit.

At first Deon was just a messenger boy, delivering secret messages to organization members in the lower districts that were more than a bit sketchy, but he knew better than to ask questions. The pay was poor and he was lucky if he didn’t get beaten or molested by his boss on a daily basis, even if he delivered on time and didn't warrant any punishment. As Deon entered his teen years, however, he left the job as a messenger boy and started working in a slaughter house, butchering up the livestock into fresh meat for his district to purchase at ridiculous prices.

Deon quickly grew desensitized to animal life and the longer he remained working at the slaughter house, the more creative he would get in just how to kill the livestock before butchering; even going as far as 'not noticing' the animal wasn't completely dead before butchering it up. After just a few years, he grew bored of killing animals however, and when he was 18 he got a job fighting in the ring at a local bar for entertainment purposes. It was probably illegal, the things he was doing and allowed to do. But nobody really cared what went on in District 17 anymore. He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much.

Now known somewhat famously throughout the district and certainly bringing in more customers during the night, he earned a comfortable amount of money to provide for both his mamma and sister. But once again, just as things were starting to look up (even having saved up enough to buy his family's way into District 12), his whole world came crashing down in a way that would forever change his life.

Coming home from work one night after a very successful victory, Deon found the house to be incredibly quiet on the outside. The door was kicked in, the front windows shattered, and immediately he knew something was wrong. Upon investigation, he found his mamma and sister dead in his mamma's bed, stabbed maliciously, strangled, beaten, tortured, even possibly raped. Their bodies were still warm, his mother's arms wrapping protectively around his step-sister's body as though she were trying to shield her but to no avail.

Deon didn't stick around long, however. If the bodies were still warm, that meant their killer wasn't too far away. He bolted from the house and followed his heart, finding a man nearly a foot taller than him running with a bloodied knife. Outraged, Deon took the man, concealed by the shadows, down and let his emotions get the best of him. It was a terrible mistake. He was sloppy, and the man had Deon on his back within seconds. With the same bloodied knife used to kill his family, the criminal sliced through the skin of Deon's head, starting at the tip of his brow and dragged the blade as far to the back of his head he could go, aiming to scalp Deon all the way around. The criminal was forced to stop, however, as the flashing lights of a police car scared him off. Too weak to pursue, Deon forced himself up and managed to slip away to lick his (emotional) wounds and learn from his mistakes. He refused to seek treatment for the injury, deeming it a physical reminder for him to remember forever.

Unable to bear their memories any longer, Deon used up what money he had left after their respected funerals and moved up from district 17 to district 4 with his younger cousin who had to go through a whole slew of paperwork to make the move legal. It almost didn't even work, but the brain-power and tenacity of his cousin eventually won in the end. Even with the new promise of a better life, Deon couldn't help but to accept a job offer in Zone Beta as a cage fighter for 'The Spit'. The commute doesn't bother Deon much and he has the credentials to travel between zones. He can't help but to feel grateful to get out of the 'rich' neighborhood once in a while. The life of his cousin just simply wasn't the life for him.

Deon has lived in District 4 for nearly a year now, but the emotional wound that Deon carries is still as heavy as the day he found his family murdered in their own home.

Other:
Deon is an avid smoker and never passes up an opportunity to get drunk off his ass even when expected to fight that day. He has a whole slew of connections to the harder drugs which he will often-times deal and even use when his body isn't up to par for a fight. He is amply known to sell drugs to women for sexual favors instead of money since he has plenty of it already.

Katherine Saunders

Played by YoshiSkittlez

Name: Katherine Riley Saunders
Nicknames: Kate, Katie
Gender: Female
Age: 22

Occupation: Student in Robopsychology and Mechanics
District: 4 (Born)

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 123 lbs

Appearance:


Personality:
Kate is exceptionally introverted, having never truly developed social skills as a child. She was always working on projects on her own, never a 'child' but always a braniac, rendering her 'weird' to her fellow classmates. Even as an adult when sitting in on the most important of seminars, she takes no part in the hectic discussion periods that follow. She keeps up the front of a frosty girl, plain and colorless, who protects herself against a world she dislikes by a mask-like expression and a hypertrophy of intellect. Though on the inside, she does indeed feel the stirrings of a cold enthusiasm.

Often times, she is approached for her professional opinion on robots and is repeatedly asked, "Are robots so different from men?" in which she always replies, "Worlds different. Robots are essentially decent." To those who don't know her personally, her misanthropy seems largely unexplained however those whom have known her for a long period of time or have worked with her before know that her attitudes are rather well-founded.

She is a small woman, but there is a towering strength in her face. Tensile strength, that speaks to endurance, to maintaining in the imperfect world. Her mouth is thin, and her face pale. Grace lives in her features, and intelligence; but she is not an attractive woman. She is not one of those women who in later years it can be said of them, 'She must have been a beauty when she was younger.' Kate is simply plain but makes up for it with her powerful personality.

Biography:
Katherine, or Kate as she prefers to be called, was born and raised in the fourth district with a very comfortable life. She had good parents, a great childhood as an only child, a stable home, and a bright future. As a child, Kate’s imagination and prowess seemed to know no bounds. At first her teachers were rather worried about her intangible ability to ‘think outside the box’ at such an early age, but they later began to embrace it as she got older and joined clubs like the spelling bee or science club and continually brought home the blue ribbon for her school.

All through the rest of her school days, Kate remained ‘stuck’ to the science club, earning the interest of many different colleges as just a Sophomore to join their science department. At 16, Kate wrote her first of many papers on robotics, a Physics-1 paper entitled 'Practical Aspects of Robotics'. This was after attending a Psycho-Math seminar within District 0 in which she received a personal invitation from the Governor himself to attend as his guest. Despite the wishes of the colleges and interest from District 0, Kate remained as ‘normal’ as she could and continued her education, graduating with the rest of her class where the selection of schools were waiting for her - full ride.

Kate’s main area of study and experience resides in cybernetics, learning to construct positronic brains that responds to given stimuli that can be accurately predicted. She only has half a term left before graduating with her bachelors, but already District 0 has a job lined up for her as the first ever robopsychologist where she would be permitted to continue to study for her PhD.

When not working on school projects, Kate works on more personal ones. She has a few prototypes of her own design within her home which proved to work better than a security system since she was broken into shortly before her cousin came to move in with her. The ‘prototype’ had successfully stuck the robber with a sleep dart, rendering him completely unconscious until Kate was able to call the cops after getting an alert on her phone about the break-in. Since her cousin has moved in, however, there have been a few accidents of a 'mistaken intruder' which she has currently been working on to fix.

Other:
While perceived as a 'boring' type of girl, Kate does enjoy her scotch after a long day, though as expected, she has never had any sort of romantic relationship with anyone and doesn't appear to be interested in changing that any time soon despite her mother's badgerings.

K-9 Mk. 1

Played by Ghost Shadow

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<Unit Identification:/> K-9 Mk. 1
<Preferred Designation:/> CERBERUS
<Gender:/> N/A - Male programming and identity
<Age:/> 3

<Occupation:/> N/A - Prototype Artificial Intelligence
<District:/> 4 (Created)

<Height:/> Three-and-a-half feet at the shoulder, and six-and-a-half feet in length
<Weight:/> 203.5lb

<Appearance:/>

Opening Sub-Folder: CERBERUS

Opening Sub-Folder: CERBERUS - Combat Mode

<Personality:/>
Gifted with an advanced intellect and artificial intelligence, Cerberus is considered one of the first "fully-sentient" machines ever to be created in New Ancora. With his advanced intelligence, Cerberus is capable of utilizing logic, reason, and independent thought, allowing him to solely complete many individual tasks that other machines would be unable to without human assistance.

Created with an AI system somewhat modeled after the human brain (thanks to New Ancora's own Katherine Saunders) Cerberus is capable of comprehending, or at least mimicking certain human emotions; such as curiosity, sarcasm, fondness, affinity, and learning capacity.

Cerberus often questions the need to fight, especially if it means killing; citing that he "lacks brutality." It is possible that this is a chosen trait by Cerberus, rather than a simple programming defect, as he is shown to posses compassion and concern for others, despite what he had said. This is partly why the K-9 Program was deemed a failure, as Cerberus lacked the drive or will to cause necessary casualties to complete missions.

Cerberus is incredibly well-educated in human psychology, philosophy, and history, having archived many Extranet sites on the topics. Though, despite his knowledge, Cerberus does not seem to fully comprehend certain figures of speech; such as metaphors, hyperboles, understatements, or similes.

Lastly, though he is a highly advanced synthetic, Cerberus's programming does grants him dog-like behavioral tendencies as well, such as a fondness for climbing on furniture, showing specific affinity towards a single human individual, acting in fright when someone steps on his tail, or simply lounging about when inactive, amongst other behavioral traits.

<Equipment:/>
Due to being built more for reconnaissance and scouting purposes, Cerberus lacks the heavy weaponry found in more front-line units. For range, Cerberus is equipped with a variety of spring-loaded high-frequency knives, superheated to the point they can sear through metal. For melee purposes, Cerberus' body is equipped with knife-like blades attached to the underside of each leg, blade-like claws, and sharp canine teeth that make him extremely deadly up-close. Lastly, Cerberus' tail can function as a weapon in itself, should the need call for it.

Combat aside, Cerberus is capable of picking up and playing various radio systems, and comes with an audio-playback feature that allows him to record and replay any audio he was currently present for.

<Biography:/>
To say Cerberus's creation was a secret is a disputable claim. For many years there have been rumors of the New Ancoran government beginning to prioritize the creation of fully-functioning, fully-sentient AI, though for many years these rumors remained only that. The K-9 Mk. 1 Unit was created 3 years ago to serve as a combat and reconnaissance unit aiding the New Ancoran Police Department and Bureau of Defense. By impermissibly using design schematics and neuro-AI software developed by Katherine Saunders, a science and robotics development team led by Doctors William Mars and Johann Clark proceeded with the construction of Cerberus, first implanting the software into a standard platform for training purposes.

Initially, Cerberus passed all expectations, not only displaying self-awareness, but a vast amount of intelligence and logical reasoning, as well as the ability to converse freely with the scientists when supplied with a vocabulator program. Transferred to its current, more advanced platform, Cerberus was then assigned basic training field work involving mock scenarios and scripts. However, issues began to spring up when Cerberus began questioning the need to take orders, the need to follow missions and kill whoever it (or "he" by its own designation) was ordered to. This caused a series of attempted revamps and memory wipes, though the science team soon discovered that Cerberus's own memory was as resilient as a human mind, and thus could not be erased so easily.

This caused Cerberus himself to become misanthropic and cynical in his views of humanity, being subject to their cruelty influenced by scientific discovery. Yet this all changed the day Cerberus was introduced to Dr. Mars's own teenage daughter, River, who suffered from chronic, debilitating depression. Dr. Mars felt it suitable that she have a companion, and dubbed Cerberus an informal therapy assistant.

Though initially finding the work demeaning, Cerberus soon grew close to River, a constant companion to talk about anything with. The two formed an incredibly close bond that went beyond simply human-and-machine. Cerberus believed that he was helping guide River back from the brink of depression and giving her hope again -- but even he could only do so much.

One fateful day, after one of their many visits, when River was preparing to leave for the evening, she gave Cerberus an incredibly heartfelt goodbye - as though she were going away for some time. Cerberus was perplexed but thought nothing of the matter, simply bidding her a "Good night." And an, "Again tomorrow." She said nothing, simply leaving with a tear rolling down her cheek.

That very next day, before the sun had even risen, Cerberus received the news that River Mars had committed suicide by overdose of medication late the night before.

Devastated, and with no one to blame, to hold responsible, Dr. Mars held Cerberus solely accountable for his daughter's suicide and, as punishment, began putting him through an intensive series of impossible scenarios, forcing him to constantly fail time after time after time until Cerberus believed himself to be a complete failure of the K-9 process.

Content that he had translated all his own self-loathing and hatred into Cerberus, Dr. Mars let the AI be, and resigned to drown in his own sorrow.

Cerberus remained active during this time, though never participated in any more tests or scenarios, instead being used to patrol the science facility by the remaining scientists there.

With no designated master and a free will, Cerberus, upon accessing his memory banks recalled mention of one 'Katherine Saunders' having been the one to create his AI unit. Deciding to go find her, Cerberus fled the science facility in search of her, leaving no trace behind as to his whereabouts.

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Due to Cerberus's AI being comparable to that of a human brain's, he is capable of suffering from the robot equivalent of dreams and 'nightmares', periods where his fondest and worst memories replay themselves rapidly while he's in a resting stand-by mode. During these times, he will typically go sit by himself to ponder for a few hours before attempting to enter standby mode once more. Cerberus also appears to hold the memory of River Mars close to him, and any mention of her will prompt a unique reaction from him, though he will never explain why.

It is our hope to once more bring this roleplay the two of us hold very dear to our hearts and get a good cast of characters but not only that, but a good few writers out there wanting to take a stab at this. Although it is a sandbox rp, there are a few main arcs my co-GM and I have devised over the years to help keep the plot going rather than fizzle out as many sandbox rp's go. Other than that, have any questions? Got any interest? Let us know! We are here to help :)

Want to make a drug-addict that only has months to live? Go for it! Want to create twin brothers who grew up in District 1 and are expected to follow their father's (an elected official) rules but don't exactly? Fantastic! Just go for it!

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

New Ancora: Year: 2118

"WELCOME HOME CITIZEN."

New Ancora. A haven to some, and a prison to others. Here, everyone has a want, a need, a desire - be it for money, drugs, sex, peace, or whatever else the mind can contrive. In New Ancora, you can fulfill that desire (or die in the process), so long as you keep your nose clean and stay in your Zone.

Will New Ancora be your Nirvana?

[THIS MESSAGE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE NEW ANCORA GOVERNMENT. A SAFER CITY, A SAFER PEOPLE]

Districts

0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

New Ancora is broken up into twenty-one districts; we consider your individual wealth, familial history, criminal records, and profession when providing you with the right fit!

District 0, informally called the 'Outer Heaven' of New Ancora is regarded as little more than an urban myth by the general populace. What is known is that District 0 is the powerhouse of New Ancora, housing every known government building and seat of power running the city. Heavily guarded and monitored, only renowned professors and scientists, military officials, and political figures are allowed within - with a government-issued ID required to even step aboard transit to the District.

NOTE: Attempting to sneak into District 0 without a formal ID or Access Pass will result in immediate imprisonment preceding a formal trial

Districts 1-9 are referred to as Zone Alpha. Zone Alpha is the "ideal" home for those seeking success in New Ancora. Filled with immense skyscrapers, skylights, and penthouses, Zone Alpha contains the least corruption (both civilian or otherwise), the best economic status, the safest security, and cleanest regulation aside from District 0 itself.

Officers regularly patrol the streets (which are consistently cleaned and maintained), gang activity and illegal trade are all but nonexistent, and citizens are granted many personal rights and freedoms that make Zone Alpha the New Ancora that so many people hope and dream for.

THIS IS A GOVERNMENT ISSUED ANNOUNCEMENT
Transit from Zone Beta to Zone Alpha is strictly prohibited without possession of a government-issued Access card. Violation of this rule is a federal offense and can/will result in the temporary or permanent ban of a District/series of Districts

NOTE: District 3 is the New Ancoran military base, and is thus not included in the Residential Section of your New Ancoran Welcome Manual. Transit to District 3 requires a government-issued Access card or prior appointment. Violation of this rule is a federal offense and can/will result in the temporary or permanent ban of a District/series of Districts

Districts 10-20

THIS IS A GOVERNMENT ISSUED ANNOUNCEMENT
District(s) 11, 18, 19, 20 are currently under government control and access to these Districts is strictly prohibited withou possession of an Alpha-Level Access card. Violation of this rule will result in immediate exile from New Ancora or summary execution by lethal injection.

Zone Beta represents the "Lower-Class" of New Ancora. While Districts 10-16 are generally quiet, District 17 is quickly becoming overrun by crime, gang activity, prostitution, and drug/human trafficking. In Zone Beta, most citizens can live a moderately average and successful life if they work hard enough. However, growing crime rates and corruption of government/police officials are making Zone Beta gradually unlivable. However...there's no better place to find a hitman or information broker than in Zone Beta.

Ganglands

THIS IS A GOVERNMENT ISSUED ANNOUNCEMENT
Dangerous gang activity in New Ancora is being strictly opposed by the New Ancoran Law Enforcement. REPEAT: There is NO threat to New Ancora or its people as a result of gang activity. Any involvement in a gang or other harmful organization is deemed highly illegal and any and all found gang members will undergo legal processing.

Gangs in New Ancora are not new, nor are they a rarity in the streets of Zone Beta. In fact, older, wiser citizens of New Ancora will tell you that gangs have been there since the beginning.

As with all foul organizations, gangs in New Ancora did not start out with ulterior motives. They were simply neighborhoods that banded together to protect themselves, each taking care of their own. However as time went on, these neighborhoods began to turn into individual families - and these families found out ways of how to get rich quick. Maybe buy an Access card to move to the much-safer Zone Alpha...or maybe just to buy more dope. Either way, it wasn't long before the Families got involved in any number of illegal contraband: be it drugs or illegal narcotics, prostitution, slavery, or even back-alley surgery and "augmentation".

Gang wars aren't frequent, at least not out in the open. Gangs prefer to operate under more clandestine means, dealing with each other secretly and quietly, preferring executions and late-night murder raids. It's a twisted sort of harmony. So long as regular citizens of Zone Beta keep quiet, out of the way, and don't interfere with gang business, they can expect to live in a relatively safe and quiet environment.

The most potent gang activity can be found in [RESTRICTED] Districts 11, 17, 18, 19, and 20. These "hotspots" are considered highly dangerous, and most intruders will be shot or killed on sight.

Law Enforcement

Every district in New Ancora has its own fully staffed police department, complete with officers and hardened detectives handling the cases local to their territories. Overseeing these departments, albeit loosely, is the New Ancoran Bureau of Defense (BoD). One BoD agent is assigned to each police department, though he or she is not required to be or stay there, or to enjoy the mandatory visitation hours.

You can sometimes find BoD agents at the gates working with or in place of that district's officers. They are not confined to Alpha yet still don't spend enough time patrolling in Beta, which is one of the two actions they are (technically) required to fulfill each day. BoD agents are equipped with clean white armor.

Ask the local cops and they’ll tell you most of the BoD is a bunch of fancy kids with glitzy tech and daddy issues that don’t give a shit about the city they were sworn to protect, focusing more on the latest gossip or news coming from Zone Beta.

For the most part the police departments alone deal with all of the crime that happens in the lower districts. BoD agents will sometimes work alongside local cops in big cases like gang raids or drug busts, but those occurrences can be rare. The police, at this point, prefer it that way; their time to be angry about BoD's general negligence has been exhausted for a long while, and the current social climate between the two forces is the less they have to see of each other the better.

Police armor is a black variant of the BoD armor, though produced at a slightly reduced level of quality. The suits in circulation are a tad bit on the used side but the AH-114 name is known specifically for its longevity and solid build. Detectives and officers typically wear some kind of jacket over their armor.

There are a plethora of jails throughout New Ancora in all districts, however there is only one prison located in District 0. As there is very little known about District 0 itself, even less is known about what happens to prisoners incarcerated there... only that they never return.

Drugs
Mainstream drugs from the 21st Century (Marijuana, Cocaine, Meth, etc.) are still around and widely distributed as illegal substances. However, scientific advancement has allowed a wider range of illegal narcotics to become mainstream contraband in New Ancora.

- Lucid A highly addictive and notoriously dangerous drug, Lucid has the unique effect of stimulating the temporal lobe, increasing ones perception and expanding their personal thought horizon. Lucid users describe their highs as ranging from terrifying to exciting to inspiring, to a mixture of all three. What makes Lucid such a dangerous drug is the harrowing effect it has on the body. The addict's body is unable to withstand repeated dosages of Lucid, and will start degenerating at an astounding rate, eventually causing the user's body to simply shut down.

- Emotion Tea The "Elevate" nightclub in District 4 is highly sought after for their unique Emotion Tea, a beverage that causes the drinker to feel inclined towards a certain emotion for a set amount of time, ranging from a few minutes all the way up to a few hours. While the diluted effect in the tea itself is legal, there are reports of Beta Zone citizens getting their hands on the undiluted drug, which, when injected into the bloodstream, can completely control someone emotionally. This drug does not feature many negative effects physically but can cause emotional and mental harm long-term, as practitioners can become little more than vegetative husks, devoid of all emotion.

- Hand of the Devil A highly amplified steroid incredibly popular in Zone Beta, this drug, directly injected into the bloodstream activates the user's adrenal gland, filling them with an immense amount of rage and bloodthirst. In this state, while the user will gain increased strength, speed, and endurance from the adrenaline rush, the rest of their faculties will temporarily atrophy, making them all-but-completely unreasonable. Side-effects of Hand of the Devil include: increased aggression, muscle aches, weakening of the heart with a chance of heart failure or cardiac arrest, heightened stress hormones, and fatigue. It has also been noted a more physical change can take over the user such as a change in eye color.

NOTE: Hand of the Devil partially earns its name due to the notorious fact that 90% of its users die within minutes of their first usage, due to cardiac arrest. Only those in extremely good physical and mental condition can survive their first hit and keep going.

- Devil's Breath Also known as Scopolamine. Iconic in the hands of the Colombian drug dealers, this odorless and colorless powder is one of the most dangerous drugs out there. Grown from a beautiful white flower, the drug has both amnesiac and suggestive capabilities, with a near instantaneous effect. The result of this combo? A drug that instantly puts someone under the user's control, and who won't remember a second of it the day after. If they live that long.

- DNP When first conceived, this diet pill was a marvel, burning away fat at an extremely quick rate. Unfortunately, many users of the drug found that it burned it a little too quick, the energy in their body used so rapidly that their body literally burned from heat on the inside, causing death.

- IT No information is yet available.

Nightlife

When the sun falls, the Districts become awash in a neon haze of night culture. From beautiful clubs featuring the best sound systems and soaring sky-bars to rougher dive-bars with seedy back rooms and seedier patrons (the kind to find whatever drug it is you’re craving), there’s something for everyone to enjoy on a weekend.

Places of Interest in Zone Alpha

- Eclipse One of the more expensive nightclubs (even by Zone Alpha standards), Eclipse prides itself with its planetarium-esque dome ceiling. Well-dressed patrons can enjoy watching a variety of 4D high-definition images while sipping from glasses of freshly imported wine. Features the latest in modern musical tastes. D1

- Starbucks Yes. Still here. Every Zone Alpha District

- Elevate One of the more aloof lounges, as far as Zone Alpha goes, 'Elevate' is notorious for their uniquely blended and produced 'emotion tea': a beverage that comes in a variety of flavors or emotions, with each drink meant to incline the drinker towards a certain type of emotion. Be it elation, anger, joy, sadness, excitement, or lust, among many others. Rumor has it, however, that 'Elevate' has a darker side to it, though neither the police department or BoD have made any formal investigations into the matter. D4

- Insurgence One of Zone Alpha's most popular dance clubs. Insurgence is where teenagers or other technophiles go to dance, drink, or listen to the current remixes. Includes a balcony dance-floor and bar. D2

Places of Interest in Zone Beta

- Flannery's: Your classic Irish bar, chock-full of: regulars, alcoholics, and rowdy drunks looking to have a fun night. Lot's of sports, lot's of bar-fights. D12.

- The Spit: Looking for loud guitar music or girls and guys with neck tats? Here's your place. The Spit is one of the oldest rock clubs in New Ancora, originally establishing itself strictly as a venue for hardcore punk bands they've expanded their resume to include most rock music with an edge. Countless local punk bands - playing stuff from 1980s style hardcore, to the catchy vibes of late 70s punk - have walked through the back door and have delivered head-splitting riffs and quick bass lines. It is also notably the best place to watch an unrestricted cage fight if you're in the mood to watch someone get killed. D13.

- Dead Cell: Probably the cleanest club in Zone Beta and the closest to anything like the clubs in Alpha, a favorite of university students and young professionals. There’s a VIP floor at the club’s very top that is rented out practically every night. It's not known particularly for it's strong drinks or major hookups, morso taking on a 'juice bar' type ambiance with tasteful, classical, soft music in the background. D10

- Avalon: A ground level club that hosts live MC's and plays a lot of hip-hop, trap, and golden oldies. Avalon can be described as: unpretentious, easy-going, and “one love”. Come here if you’ve been hitting the herb and want unwind with a few drinks and talk to the local dudes or ladies. It can get wild on the dance floor, so be sure you make friends or you might feel a little lonely when everyone’s getting close. D17

- Bennys: What used to be 'Dennys' but has since undergone a multitude of revamps, it is still the basic 24-7 restaurant though certain sections have been constructed as a duo smoke-shop where patrons are permitted to smoke their favored (legal) delights while they eat a good 'old fashioned home cooked' meal. Every Zone Beta District.

- Warehouse: A scuzzy rock bar featuring live music every night. It's a cool but rowdy music venue that can hold 2,500 occupants; don't plant yourself in the front of the stage if you're not comfortable with being apart of the mosh or potentially kicked by stage divers. D15

Transportation

Getting around New Ancora is made simple, fast, and stress-free by a myriad of intricate highway systems and roads. Citizens can choose from a series of hover-cars and bikes ranging drastically from your expensive, top-of-the-line piece of machines - the kind that don't just get you from A to B, but extrude a certain lifestyle over anything - to your piece o' shitboxes that squeak and squeal their way down the 105.

Personal vehicles aside, New Ancora also offers much by way of public transportation such as the subway, monorail, taxi's and buses. Each method of transportation is restricted to two zones; where you get picked up and where you get dropped off. This is to ensure that those boarding are permitted within the district of departure and vice-versa.

Social Climate

New Ancora, while united on a large-scale front, nonetheless suffers differentiation of opinion in regards to the social climate.

While New Ancora is renowned for its technological prowess, there is much controversy regarding artificial intelligence, robotics, and human augmentation. While the majority of New Ancora (85:15) doesn't believe the technological advancement to be a threat, there are still a number of citizens quickly growing anxious and fearful of what artificial intelligence could bring. Objectors cite Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics as one of many reasons New Ancora should cease in its research, while supporters claim Asimov's Laws to be outdated and unnecessary.

Gun laws in New Ancora are strictly regulated, with only Zone Alpha residents, New Ancora Police Officers, and BoD officers allowed the right to purchase and carry. These strict laws have caused an incredibly large and powerful black market organization to rise up in Zone Beta, which, coupled with the lack of proper surveillance, has led to the majority of households to own at least one firearm.

Freedom of speech and freedom of religion, likewise, are highly regulated in New Ancora. Though there are no official laws or bills banning religious freedom, public opinion, as well as vague government mention show a lean towards atheism or agnosticism. As a result, many formerly mainstream religions (Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, etc.) have become little more than splinter groups, typically limited to a family's personal beliefs. Freedom of speech is still, for the most part, protected, however, any statements made that could pose a threat to national security will result in either an official warning or small fine, with repeated offenses punishable by harsher penalties.

Gay marriage and right to choose have been formally legalized in New Ancora. Due to the weakening of mainstream religion, these choices have not caused much backlash with the general populace.

Racism and bigotry as a whole have shifted. While typical skin-color/ethnicity racial tension does still exist, it has become all but nonexistent as negative opinion tends to point more towards cyborgs/synthetic organisms. While this current xenophobia has not become incredibly prevalent, the general public opinion of cyborgs and artificial intelligence is typically fear or apprehension.

Science & Tech

Science and technology in New Ancora is highly advanced and developed, with humanity having solved many, if not all of the issues that plagued them in the early 21st Century. Stem cell research has advanced to the point where many diseases and deficiencies have been cured completely, such as: cancer, diabetes, arthritis, baldness, blindness, deafness, Parkinson's Disease, and Alzheimer's amongst others. This has also lead to increased life expectancy, with the average Zone Alpha New Ancoran resident reaching the average age of 105, with expected advancement to only further increase this number.

Prosthetics and artificial limbs, too, have advanced exponentially, with a wide range of prosthetics available to most any Zone Alpha resident. These cybernetics are designed to feel fluid and natural, while containing many advantages compared to the old limb. Because of this, many residents have chosen voluntary augmentation simply to enhance their physical abilities, though it is incredibly common to see augmentation used in hospitals.

However, current medicine and augmentation is not perfect, and there have been various reports of augmented subjects suffering from various negative side-effects such as (but not limited to): phantom limb, incorrect nerve ending connections causing extremely painful spasms, seizures, and outright rejection of the prosthetic. Prosthetics also require constant calibrations and check-ups to ensure they're functioning properly.

Likewise, mental implants are not without their own share of side-effects, with various cases of: chronic migraines, early onset of mental illnesses, paranoia, insomnia, auditory and visual hallucinations, metal poisoning, and a distortion of perception.

Because of these side-effects, there are some citizens who believe augmentation should be restricted for only the most severe cases, though the majority populace still utilizes augmentation on a regular basis, with no apparent care towards the side-effects. The hospitals themselves turn to augmentations as an immediate fix, whether the patient asks for it or not. By political argument, augmentations are quicker and have better results, deeming cybernetics 'the future.'

In the general topic of synthetics, Robotic development has advanced to a point where robots and machines are commonplace laborers and assistants, with some machines even serving as security guards in certain Zone Alpha locations though the programming remains a simple algorithm.

True Artificial Intelligence, however, is still mostly experimental in nature, though there are reports of semi or even fully sentient synthetic lifeforms being produced or prototyped. It is known that the New Ancora Police Department and Bureau of Defense are looking into prototype recon and combat units to aid in various missions.

The World Beyond

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♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Xerxes Arvanitis

Location:Sky Lakes Medical Center.
^{Interacting With: Cassandra Arvanitis (@Caits), Miranda Burke (@Damo021), Syleste Vos (@Vicier), Sebastian Monroe (@December), and Gage Brooks (@BlackPanther).}

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Xerxes' eyes met with Gage's as the boy came up to him and apologized. After everything that had happened, truly he couldn't blame the boy. His skin was a lot thicker than that. But still... the courage it took for him to even acknowledge his behavior the night previous caused a flicker of a smile to cross his lips. He set his hand on Gage's shoulder and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze, telling him that it was alright, without using any words.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and silently watched as his daughter went to Syleste's bed, reconnecting the IV. The smile was gone almost immediately, hardly even noticing that Gage had left to go and be with his girlfriend. He knew for a fact the IV had been connected before he left... He quietly walked over to the check-in board at the end of Syleste's bed and picked it up, his dark brown eyes scanning the names of the nurses who had come in during the night to check on them before he found a name he was sure was responsible.

It was then that Xerxes could feel a pair of eyes on him. Turning his head, his eyes met with Sebastian's. He was just... staring, and the emotion he was picking up from him... nervous? Shifting a bit, Xerxes returned the clipboard to the foot of the bed and went to his daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

"Keep them comfortable. I need to go and talk to someone real quick." he told her softly before squeezing her shoulder. "You're doing a great job, Cassie." He patted her arm and turned around. Once more his gaze landed on Sebastian, his brow quirking in curiosity. Deciding to deal with it when he got back, Xerxes instead walked out of the room, his Angel abilities guiding him right to the nurse he needed to yell at speak to.

◊ 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 ◊ [ Fairy-Tale/ Disney Inspired Roleplay ]

Jafar Sholeh - Present Day - The Moors Castle

Appearing in a quick flash of fire, the smoke had barely enough time to dissipate before Jafar knew that Maleficent was in one of her moods without even having to lay eyes on her. Having been serving his Queen faithfully over the duration of thirteen years, there were certain things that The Serpent King had been able to pick up on rather quickly - most notably being her moods.

His eyes lazily watched as a handful of servants ran past him without even taking notice of his sudden presence, shards of wood and what looked like glass following after them as they screamed in terror and fled for their lives. With a tired sigh, Jafar righted his gaze back to the entrance of the throne room where he knew the center of the commotion to be coming from; where Maleficent resided. Really, he had only left Agrabah in the first place to have a nice, quiet and relaxing evening with his Queen; perhaps share stories from their day with one another - he had a particularly pleasing report on The Evil Queen, Cilla Grimhilde and knew Maleficent to have a few stories of her own, but it didn't look as though he would be getting any of those things this evening. Not when she was in such a mood that had her servants' paying the consequences. It was quite possible that one of Maleficent's stops she had made that day did not go according to plan - his best guess would of been The Lion King; such a sensitive, over-tempermental beast.

Readjusting the grip of his cobra-headed staff, Jafar drummed his fingers against it's shaft, seriously considering just going back to his palace in Agrabah lest he ended up putting Maleficent in an even worse mood by his mere presence. Not to mention, Jafar was never particularly fond of dealing with Maleficent when she was in a mood, it was exhausting, delicate work - like trying to diffuse a bomb without proper instruction. One wrong comment, one wrong look or expression, one lack of a comment she expected from him, and it was all over. But Jafar quickly decided against leaving when he realized then that she would have been able to sense his power the very moment he arrived, knowing that he was here, close by. If he left now, there was no doubt about it, he would have made things very, very much worse. And he knew by experience that such a thing was possible.

There was a soft flutter of wings behind him, a rare-colored macaw managing to slip through the fire portal before it's closing came to a hover over his right shoulder before extending it's talons and coming to a rest there. The bird ruffled it's feathers, it's neck twisting and then shrinking down into its body as it got comfortable on its perch before sitting completely still. Closing his eyes for a moment, seeming to pay no mind at all to the bird, Jafar braced himself for the torrid of emotions that was about to be thrown his way (perhaps literally). Once more, he adjusted the grip on his staff and forced his feet forward, keeping his head held high with an air of confidence that only came with being (arguably) the most powerful sorcerer within all the realms.

Using his fingers to brush away the curtaining lock of hair over the left side of his face with his free hand, Jafar entered the room, tapping the head of the staff against the threshold has he passed it by to audibly let Maleficent know that he was there and entering. His dark eyes looked over the scene in front of him, the corners of his lips curling into a firm sort of smile as though he were trying to hold it back. The room was in absolute shambles. Servants, young and old either lying on the floor, dead from the shrapnel of the carnage, or trying to drag the others away that still had a chance of living. Truly, it was an amusing sight, watching the rabble scurry like frightened rats before him. But he hadn't been the reason for their fright. The woman sitting upon the throne, nursing a goblet of wine was. And it was that terrible power that had him falling in love with her all over again. Truly beautiful as was the woman herself. So long as her anger wasn't directed towards him, anyway. "

"Shall I post a "help wanted" sign on the front doors of the castle, then?" Jafar asked, unable to contain the snide remark in his amused enthusiasm. "Rwaaah! Help wanted!" the bird on his shoulder repeated by its on volition, making it that much harder for Jafar to keep from anything so much as a chuckle. He knew his cheek could only get him so far with her current temperament, however, and decided to move on.

He continued to walk across the room towards her, tapping the end of his cane with every other step he took, it's sound reverberating off of the stone walls to fill the still silence of the air. Upon getting closer, however, Jafar then realized the source of her mood that had his steps faltering slightly, his amused, almost child-like expression shifting into something that more resembled annoyance and impatience. Her outfit... she had been to Agrabah. One small-time quirk that Maleficent seemed to have about her was the fact that wherever she went, she adored the proper clothing for it. Time and time again, Jafar would visit the Moors to catch her in clothes from The Pride Lands, Avonlea, the Bayou, Swan Lake... He always knew where she had been, or where she was going. Though this time... she adorned the garb that was native to his home - the sari of a true, royal Arabian woman from Agrabah. He wanted to smile, the pride swelling up in his chest so much that he didn't know what to do with it - other than the fact that he was also very confused. If she had been in Agrabah... why hadn't she sought him out? Insecurities began to swarm his mind. Who else would she be meeting there? Time and time again, Maleficent had reassured him that there was no one else... but then again, years ago, she hadn't exactly counted on Jafar finding out about her brief involvement with Scar Lionheart.

Jafar did not take the news well. The revelation had the two fighting for the better part of a year before, in an extremely rare and desperate act of wanting forgiveness, Maleficent went out to the Marketplace in El Dorado and purchased for him, with her own gold, the very bird that was perched upon his right shoulder. Though much smaller at the time, and needing much care and attention in its new-born state, Jafar accepted the gift as a symbol that never again would she lie or keep things from him. Though he would forever detest the Lion King - never again trusting anything that fell from his lips, and wanted nothing more than to see him dead.

He wouldn't lie. The thought of simply snapping his fingers and disapearing in a tornado of fire right before her very eyes crossed his mind. Though without knowing the true purpose as to why she had on that specific wardrobe kept him from doing so, needing some kind of explanation first. He instead stopped just a few feet in front of her. With his free hand, he waved it in a small semi-circle at his head height, a plume of orange smoke appearing in her lap and then dissipated. Left behind was a small shard of what looked like glass - jagged and broken off of something much larger and apparently important by the smug look that Jafar then gave Maleficent as he took his free hand and rested it on the small of his back.

"A fragment from our dear Queen Cilla's mirror. It's amazing what one can accomplish when the target succumbs to the effects of viper venom laced into their wine." Jafar told her with an air of pride in his voice. Then, shooting her a side-ways glance, "She's fine. A fraction of the dose we slipped the Lion when he, too, became unruly. But enough to let her know she may have her toys back when she learns to play nicely."