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Sir Tristan
Sloan "Omen" Malcolm Not in Play
Alexandra Cooper
Eulalie "Lala" Bellerose
Jason Bertrand
Penny's Pie Rats
Marnie "Marian" Robinson
Lizzie Gray
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wonderlandalli
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Sir Tristan of Lyonesse
22 years of age
Description
Tall (five foot ten) and lean, her figure is more boyish than womanly. She has fair skin like her mother, and inherited her auburn hair and long lean frame, but her face is more that of her father with blue almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose. She cuts her hair short like a man: shaving it down so as not to choke out the fit of her helmet and letting the top layer grow no longer than her chin.
Personality
She's very formal, and very aware of her gender in her life as a knight. She feels a need to prove herself, always; it's a by-product of her upbringing. When one knows her well, she will be more relaxed, and she gets along easier with men than she does with women (to whom she cannot relate.) She doesn't like to be called Lady Tristan, and will sharply correct errors in this.
Weapons & Equipment
Sword with shield (coat of arms: lion of Lyonesse - a gold lion on a green field)
Tristan rested her hand on the pommel of The Siren hanging at her hip. The long blade had been crafted as a gift by her father's blacksmith for when she returned from her stay in France. It was as if the man knew Lady Moeya's attempts at making a proper lady of her were doomed from the start. It was a beautiful sword, with a rippling blade like ocean waves that sang through the air as it was swung, as a siren lures men to their death by song. The pommel was etched with an illustration of a mermaid in the water looking out at the island of Lyonesse, the castle clearly depicted, and a shimmering aquamarine was set at the end of the pommel. The long sword was narrow and its undulating shape lent a curious reverberation, as each undulation created a new point of impact, into the sword of her opponents making it harder to hold onto their weapon for the moment of parry, and often causing them to step back and falter. At the blade's base, her name had been inscribed as 'Tristan de Lyonesse' in flowing script. She wore it in a leather scabbard at her belt which had been decorated in tapestry depicting more blue waves.
long bow
Belted (with pouch) tunica with hose, boots
plate mail in battle
Would prefer not to wear them but has a few dresses for formal occasions.
(Will provide details later, am exhausted from setting up the back-story you're about to read...)
Relations
King Medliadus of Lyonesse, father. Lady Moeya of Lyonesse, stepmother. Georg, half-brother, heir to King Medliadus.
Backstory
"My mother died upon my birth, and named me Tristan as a bearer of great sorrow. Her name was Lady Elizabeth, and when I was in the womb an enchantress witched away my father King Meliadus by sending a magnificent stag to draw him into her castle, where his bewitchment with the foul she-devil caused him to forget my mother entirely. Upon a fortnight of his absence, my mother was maddened with grief and ran off into the wintry forest to try to find him where she succumbed to the bitter cold and birthed me, a red stain on that pure white snow. Those who went to retrieve her brought back her corpse and a squalling babe. It was already too late when the Merlin was able to undo my father's bewitchment, and restore him to his castle.
And so, I was largely raised by a woman who was not my mother, my father's second wife Lady Moeya. Happily for Moeya, she birthed a son soon after marriage, and when I was no longer in any way important I was quickly put aside. On the one hand, I yearned for her to be a proper mother to me, but on the other I was free to find guidance in my life by those more willing to give me their attention. This meant my father and his knights.
I spent my childhood watching the knights and learning from their mock battles. I attended church and learned my letters. I followed my father around like a loyal hound, and I managed over time to wheedle him into allowing me to learn sword play and archery. When I approached thirteen, Lady Moeya began a campaign to have me sent to a nunnery, claiming I was much too masculine to ever be married off. I was like my mother: unusually tall and lean without much in the way of womanly assets. What in my mother was a willowy beauty with eyes like a doe, I was more lanky with muscles honed by swordplay and eyes that were smaller and almond shaped like my father. Unable to convince my father to send me to the nunnery, Lady Moeya contrived to send me to France for a time. An attempt to soften me, I suppose. It didn't work well, thought it wasn't absolutely ineffective. On the path I was before I was likely to turn myself into a Queen Boudica and stain myself with woad and go running about the forest chasing down deer. Instead I suffered our French cousins to dress me in silk and bows and other awful female accouterments for a time, where I still insisted upon practicing my archery and swordplay every morning. That I could out-hunt many of the men at the French court won me the right to continue this discipline. I returned to Lyonesse at 18 still more a knight than a lady, and still unmarried. Men don't seek to wed women who can out-fight and out-hunt them, especially if they aren't sole heiresses to any wealth or land.
Upon my return, my father and his people greeted me with love, but Lady Moeya greeted me coldly. She hadn't made anything useful of me, and still felt I was a threat to her son, despite being a healthy young lad himself. Maybe she had some strange thought I would want to marry him, I don't know, but she tried again earnestly to get my father to send me to a convent. I overheard them arguing about it, and stepped in on my own behalf and begged my father to let me take vows as a knight and live by my sword rather than spend my life as a bride of Christ. Lady Moeya just about fainted and my father was taken aback by the suggestion, but seeing little other choice to make the women in his life happy he consented to my request.
But I did not take my knighting from my father. At the time, Lady Igraine of Cornwall was seeking forces to help fend off raiders from the sea. I departed with a small contingent of men from Lyonesse to lend her aid. No one knew of my true sex until I presented the head of the raider chieftain before her, and removed my own helm in her presence. From my bravery on the field, and perhaps the novelty of a woman knight, Lady Igraine offered me knighthood in Cornwall. I took my vigil the following evening, and went the next morning to my destiny."
Sir Tristan of Lyonesse
22 years of age
Description
Tall (five foot ten) and lean, her figure is more boyish than womanly. She has fair skin like her mother, and inherited her auburn hair and long lean frame, but her face is more that of her father with blue almond-shaped eyes and a straight nose. She cuts her hair short like a man: shaving it down so as not to choke out the fit of her helmet and letting the top layer grow no longer than her chin.
She's very formal, and very aware of her gender in her life as a knight. She feels a need to prove herself, always; it's a by-product of her upbringing. When one knows her well, she will be more relaxed, and she gets along easier with men than she does with women (to whom she cannot relate.) She doesn't like to be called Lady Tristan, and will sharply correct errors in this.
Sword with shield (coat of arms: lion of Lyonesse - a gold lion on a green field)
Tristan rested her hand on the pommel of The Siren hanging at her hip. The long blade had been crafted as a gift by her father's blacksmith for when she returned from her stay in France. It was as if the man knew Lady Moeya's attempts at making a proper lady of her were doomed from the start. It was a beautiful sword, with a rippling blade like ocean waves that sang through the air as it was swung, as a siren lures men to their death by song. The pommel was etched with an illustration of a mermaid in the water looking out at the island of Lyonesse, the castle clearly depicted, and a shimmering aquamarine was set at the end of the pommel. The long sword was narrow and its undulating shape lent a curious reverberation, as each undulation created a new point of impact, into the sword of her opponents making it harder to hold onto their weapon for the moment of parry, and often causing them to step back and falter. At the blade's base, her name had been inscribed as 'Tristan de Lyonesse' in flowing script. She wore it in a leather scabbard at her belt which had been decorated in tapestry depicting more blue waves.
long bow
Belted (with pouch) tunica with hose, boots
plate mail in battle
Would prefer not to wear them but has a few dresses for formal occasions.
(Will provide details later, am exhausted from setting up the back-story you're about to read...)
King Medliadus of Lyonesse, father. Lady Moeya of Lyonesse, stepmother. Georg, half-brother, heir to King Medliadus.
"My mother died upon my birth, and named me Tristan as a bearer of great sorrow. Her name was Lady Elizabeth, and when I was in the womb an enchantress witched away my father King Meliadus by sending a magnificent stag to draw him into her castle, where his bewitchment with the foul she-devil caused him to forget my mother entirely. Upon a fortnight of his absence, my mother was maddened with grief and ran off into the wintry forest to try to find him where she succumbed to the bitter cold and birthed me, a red stain on that pure white snow. Those who went to retrieve her brought back her corpse and a squalling babe. It was already too late when the Merlin was able to undo my father's bewitchment, and restore him to his castle.
And so, I was largely raised by a woman who was not my mother, my father's second wife Lady Moeya. Happily for Moeya, she birthed a son soon after marriage, and when I was no longer in any way important I was quickly put aside. On the one hand, I yearned for her to be a proper mother to me, but on the other I was free to find guidance in my life by those more willing to give me their attention. This meant my father and his knights.
I spent my childhood watching the knights and learning from their mock battles. I attended church and learned my letters. I followed my father around like a loyal hound, and I managed over time to wheedle him into allowing me to learn sword play and archery. When I approached thirteen, Lady Moeya began a campaign to have me sent to a nunnery, claiming I was much too masculine to ever be married off. I was like my mother: unusually tall and lean without much in the way of womanly assets. What in my mother was a willowy beauty with eyes like a doe, I was more lanky with muscles honed by swordplay and eyes that were smaller and almond shaped like my father. Unable to convince my father to send me to the nunnery, Lady Moeya contrived to send me to France for a time. An attempt to soften me, I suppose. It didn't work well, thought it wasn't absolutely ineffective. On the path I was before I was likely to turn myself into a Queen Boudica and stain myself with woad and go running about the forest chasing down deer. Instead I suffered our French cousins to dress me in silk and bows and other awful female accouterments for a time, where I still insisted upon practicing my archery and swordplay every morning. That I could out-hunt many of the men at the French court won me the right to continue this discipline. I returned to Lyonesse at 18 still more a knight than a lady, and still unmarried. Men don't seek to wed women who can out-fight and out-hunt them, especially if they aren't sole heiresses to any wealth or land.
Upon my return, my father and his people greeted me with love, but Lady Moeya greeted me coldly. She hadn't made anything useful of me, and still felt I was a threat to her son, despite being a healthy young lad himself. Maybe she had some strange thought I would want to marry him, I don't know, but she tried again earnestly to get my father to send me to a convent. I overheard them arguing about it, and stepped in on my own behalf and begged my father to let me take vows as a knight and live by my sword rather than spend my life as a bride of Christ. Lady Moeya just about fainted and my father was taken aback by the suggestion, but seeing little other choice to make the women in his life happy he consented to my request.
But I did not take my knighting from my father. At the time, Lady Igraine of Cornwall was seeking forces to help fend off raiders from the sea. I departed with a small contingent of men from Lyonesse to lend her aid. No one knew of my true sex until I presented the head of the raider chieftain before her, and removed my own helm in her presence. From my bravery on the field, and perhaps the novelty of a woman knight, Lady Igraine offered me knighthood in Cornwall. I took my vigil the following evening, and went the next morning to my destiny."
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Name: Sloan "Omen" Malcolm
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Species: Human, natural pyromancer and ghost bait
Hair: Very dark brown, almost black.
Eyes: Green
Appearance
Omen favors the rockabilly pin-up look, and spends a fair amount of time dedicated to her appearance each morning. She also has full sleeves on her arms featuring phoenixes and fiery waves. Her ears are pierced twice in each lobe, and topped with an industrial piercing each. Her favorite earring combo consists of lock studs, bow studs, and industrial skeleton keys.
Omen is a pyromancer, through natural abilities more akin to a sorcerer than a witch, though she is often labeled with witch by those that don't understand what is happening. Omen can summon fire at will in her hands, the simplest trick she developed around puberty. In addition, she can control existing fire, spreading it around as she pleases. In summoning larger, more hardcore fires, the larger the attempt the worse the repercussions for herself. Casual little balls of flame, no problem. Orbs the size of her body and launching them at enemies leaves her a bit light headed and she is prone to fainting after very very large or repeated attempts. She can form a fire barrier around herself. Because of her lineage and the higher energy frequency that generates the fire, Omen often finds herself followed by spirits. Most of the time, they're just curious onlookers. Other times, they seek to feed on her life force. She can see them when she tries. Her aura is like a bonfire to spirits. Sometimes sentient spirits are able to communicate with her directly, but she doesn't like this very much at all.
She can't always see the attacking spirits coming and often is taken by surprise, as she has to be trying to see them to spot anything. She weakens as she continually uses her fire, and can push herself so hard she faints at times if she's working with very very large flame or just does it far too many times.
Omen is pretty outgoing most of the time, at least at work. She's comfortable around other supes, as they "get it." She's less comfortable around run of the mill humans who, in her experience, fear what they don't understand. She'd just rather not deal with them, period.
She's originally from a small town outside Edinburgh (Bilston), and went to Canada to escape being too well known as a "Cailleach". She lived in Halifax for a few years and then immigrated to the US after hearing of Outpost #17, wanting to be among more of her "own kind." She has a noticeable Scottish accent that tips off anyone that she's "not from around these parts."
Omen has a couple of ways to get her money in. First, she runs a clothing shop (which caters to her fashion preferences, punk and pin-up) called Black Velvet.
Second, in the back of said shop, she rents out to an arms dealer. This is accessible through a false panel in the wall in a changing room marked Employees Only as if it went to a break room. She has two employees in Black Velvet who attend the retail customers, and if someone wants to get access to the arms dealer they should approach the retail workers and tell them "I'm all shook up."
Third, she runs a website, The Full Moon, which is a conspiracy theory / supernatural believers website designed to throw mundane humans off the trail while making them believe they found legit info, purposefully posting misleading information and muddying up the whereabouts of supes that have been reported as spotted. This site gives her some money through the advertising as it gets hits from all the crazies out there. She has a couple other moderators that help her, all supes, and word is passed word of mouth among supes; they all know how to reach her to have things dissipated if they drew more attention than they were comfortable with.
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wonderlandalli
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Age 18
Weapon: Dagger
Appearance:
A doe-eyed, mousy-haired girl who's average appearance easily blends into a crowd to avoid socializing. Her hair is long and wavy, but not well trimmed. Her skin is clear, but a bit pasty. She's also not terribly strong, and eats like a little bird.
Alexandra didn't quite fit in at home. She had a fondness for books and a tendency to go off into her own head, but it didn't take long to realize the difference between bored fantasies and visions that would come to pass. It started with things that seemed coincidental: she'd see the a missing person in the news, then would have a dream later of the scene of where the body would be found, then later see footage or news reports that matched her visions exactly. Over time, it slowly progressed and she would have dreams about people she had met the previous day, only to find they had come to some sort of end. She can't figure out how to stop the things from happening to them, and has come to the conclusion she probably is not supposed to stop it, but instead to be a sort of witness. This is a large part of the cause of her being an introvert.
Alexandra is an extreme introvert that prefers to keep to her room and her own affairs but thrives in the online world where she can let her guard down thanks to anonymity. She hides her real identity online entirely, never even posting a selfie. She's most often found in libraries or at her home by her computer with a good book and a cup of tea. It's unlikely she has an aggressive bone in her body.
"I... I'm very sorry but, I had a dream about you."
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Alias: Briar Rose
Age: 19
Gender: F
Race: Human. Descendant of Briar Rose, La Belle au bois Dormant
Homeland: La Havre, France
Dark blonde hair, brown eyes, and a smooth complexion as afforded by her myriad of skin care products and life of leisure.
French, English, with some German if she needs it.
Eulalie is a bit spoiled, and a bit of a fashion fanatic. She wears a lot of frilly things with corsets, laces, and layers. When on the hunt, she wears a modified riding habit with a boiled leather breastplate fitted to her form on the exterior. The breeches of her habit is made from leather, rather than the tweed the jacket is made from.
Sweets, riding horseback, and seeing paintings.
This "Ketchup" Americans insist on spreading on their meals, wet gunpowder, and long sea voyages.
Mademoiselle Bellerose is a woman of means, daughter of a Comte et de la Comtesse, and didn't require a profession. Her family keeps her on an allowance for the time being.
Lala has trained in shooting pistols.
Lala has trained in shooting pistols, but her real value is in her magic. She uses debuffs to hold her enemies in place so she can shoot them better.
Eulalie has a lady's maid that attends her named Georgine Bonhomme.
She's spoiled, a bit petulant, and snobby. She needs work. Hopefully socialization among commoners will help her come down off her high horse. Let's just say she got into some social trouble and her parents are tired of her shit.
A descendant of old French nobility, Lala had been residing comfortable and happily in La Havre. She is a proper lady, and rather unaccustomed to these... charming Americans and their lifestyle. She's a bit proud, as her family has a long traceable line of nobility and managed to keep a large portion of their wealth intact during both eras of revolution, and as their had a lineage their titles were restored
On the one hand, anytime she pricks her finger on anything she passes out cold, but she does wake up after a few hours. Her family regards this as a "streak of narcolepsy" that runs in the family. Paper cuts are a real bother. On the other, like the re-awakening of the kingdom as Briar Rose was revived with a kiss, Lala is developing a Régénérer healing power, but it may take some personality adjustments to really unlock it's power.
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What's your name?: ... Are you a cop?... Fine, it's Jason Bertrand.
How old are you?: 16
What do you look like?: My mom says I look like my dad. He was really lanky too. I have the same wiry hair, the same green eyes. We're both tall and skinny. But I only know that because its what mom says. I have a nose piercing. It's kind of symbolic. Bulls wear them, beasts of burden, and this is sort of like, being a beast of burden to the world. I put all of myself into my projects. I don't really expect others to do for me. My gramma would be rolling in her grave if I did. She used to talk about karma and being a good person rather than worrying about what religion is right, and that if you're good you'll be find no matter who's right. I like the simplicity in that.
Do you have any hobbies? Please feel free to discuss them here: I collect vinyl, I like to listen to music. I have a lot of records that belonged to my gramma and my mom when she was younger. When Gramma died I got her record player and her collection. That was something I always liked doing when I'd stay at her house while mom worked: she'd put music on most of the time. I like going to concerts. Sometimes I can get into the 18+ shows, it's the facial hair. I can grow a beard if I want to. Hasn't helped me buy beer yet, though. It's not worth the beard itch yet, so I tend to shave it off every so often. I like mosh pits. I also like driving fast. I bought a 2008 Mazda 3, it's not the best car, and the paint is peeling, but I could afford it. It has a nav system in the dash, which is cool, and it's black. I'd really like a Dodge Challenger but I needed something I could get for like 5 grand.
Any dislikes?: Traffic tickets. Being asked what college I want to go to. I also don't like to see people acting like jerks. There's enough of that, and I've got this one friend that can go a bit overboard on the aggression, Iikka, and I have to kind of reign him back a bit. I try to keep him out of juvie. Cops will really arrest you for doing stupid shit, you know? I see them coming to the trailer park pretty often, there's a few repeat offenders. One guy kept hitting his wife, and he's been arrested like three times. She looks like a mess now. So, like, I hate guys like that, and I don't want to see Iikka turn out that way.
Tell me, what are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.: I might look into a trade school. Maybe welding. The job market really favors trades, not business degrees. Don't listen to the machine at school, college is for suckers. Right now I work at the hardware store on Main. They give me a discount on stuff, so I've been building up my tool collection at home, and I started getting into making furniture. It's not complicated stuff, but I made the shelves in the living room, and my bed frame. I'm making an iron work headboard for mom for her birthday, it's in the shop at school. I think its important to learn a lot of practical skills. Everyone thinks they're going to grow up and get a white collar job with a computer or something. The world doesn't work that way; things still have to be fabricated and crafted.
What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?: I haven't seen my dad since I was in pre-school. My mom is a really controlling woman. I'm ready to move out. She drinks too much and thinks she's still 20 or something. I love her but she's maddening. It's just kind of frustrating because she's hung over a lot, and I feel like I have to check on her all the time and make sure she's ok. Actually, once I move out one day, I'll probably still be checking on her all the time...
Siblings?: I have an older half brother but I don't really know him. Mom and his mom aren't really friends and they stopped trying to keep my brother and I in touch when I was in like, sixth grade. He's Dad's "real" kid. So, screw all of them. It's fucked up to have a kid and act like he doesn't exist, right? Because he's always been like that. I think Dad was already married to his wife when I was born, so its not like he would have gotten together with my mom, and they all used to be friends until I came along and I guess I'm what ruined all that.
What's your favorite animal, and why?: That's a weird question... I guess a phoenix, because they rise from the ashes. I'd like to think that's my spirit animal, like native Americans talk about. Because no matter how far down I am coming from, I am going to rise. But you probably want real animals. Um... hawks are cool, there's a hawk living in the woods behind our trailer and I saw it swoop down and grab this rat, it was so tight! The rat never saw it coming!
Favorite color?: Teal. It's not blue, and it's not green. Take that, society!
You wake up late one night to discover that your house is burning down. What do you do?: Grab my two vinyl crates and get the hell out. I've got collector-worthy shit in there. Then I'd go around and break my mom's window and get her out. The bulk of the trailer is between our two rooms, I could get out my window and go around. If there was a fire, it'd be coming from near the front door. It's laid out like, Mom's room and bathroom, kitchen, living room, my bathroom and my room.
Finally, a tricky one; which came first, the chicken or the egg?: The amoeba. We had single celled organisms that reproduced by dividing long before we had egg-layers.
Hmmm... Jason's place in high school society...
Well, he lives in the trailer park with his mom, and his dad isn't around. He mentions a half brother he barely knows and hasn't seen since he was a kid. My thought is that the dad and his family live in another town, maybe at least an hour away, and his mom was some sort of one night stand gone awry, or a friend who made a mistake. His mom is also poor, and a bit of an alcoholic. I'm thinking she is a waitress. So Jason has a lot to face whenever he's home, so likely he's out. He works at the hardware store so would likely run into people downtown. His car is ugly (peeling paint et all) despite being not bad for 5k, so people would know it when they see it rolling down the street or parked outside a shop. Most of his clothes are thrift, he's all about resale shops and saving his pennies.
He likes music, he'd been seen at the music store or resale records/book shop looking for cheap entertainment. You might see him at concerts, especially rock/punk types of venues. He's unlikely to hang around the mall or expensive places. He'd be the kid that orders black coffee at Starbucks if he had to go to one. He doesn't play an instrument but he likes to sing along with songs he knows, and is actually pretty good at it.
He's good at hands-on stuff. He's interested in attending trade schools rather than college, so his extracurricular class would be Shop where he learns things like welding and carpentry as well as other skills that go towards building things. He's working on plans to turn his Mazda into an art car.
People don't treat him well because he's from the trailers, and he got used to it by junior high. He's been on the free lunch program as long as he's been in school. He's friendly enough to talk to, should you bother, but otherwise can be a bit of a loner focused on sketching plans for his car in the margins of his notebook. However, he'd be flattered to be asked about the drawings, and happy to join in on things he actually gets invited to (not that there's much.) He would have a hard time relating to people who have easy blessed lives.
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wonderlandalli
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Penny leaned back in her vintage La-Z-boy recliner, a large orange tabby sprawled across her lap rather obscuring her mid torso from view. Her lip curled up on the right as she regarded the trio of tattooed toughs on the other side of her desk. It was a very spartan office, with bare walls and a green lamp hanging from the ceiling that cast an absinthe-worthy pallor to the faces of the four people in the room. There were no windows, and only two doors: one on the right, and one on the left.
"You see boys, piss poor planning makes piss poor performance, as my daddy used to say. And what gets pissed on the most among you up & comers? Logistics. You can make the drugs, you can find the drugs, you can shoot each other over turf, but do you know how to get your shit from Peach Trees to, say, Beacon Hill without catching the eye of Judges, let alone rivals who will shoot you as quickly to take your stash? Nope." She nonchalantly scratched the purring cat behind the ears.
"What you need is a third party. Smugglers. Escrow. UP fucking S, if you will. We give you that, for a percentage. We operate a sophisticated network of discrete delivery men and women, whom in turn operate on a need to know basis. We have a 90% success rate, pending the occasional Judge. How many of your operations have gone without a hitch?" She regarded the leader of the trio squarely, and noticed a twitch in the brow that suggested memory of a recent failure. One of his buddies glanced away for a moment.
"Uh-huh..." she continued, pushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, "Look, for a fifteen percent cut, no more than you'd pay in taxes for a legit business operation, you can greatly increase your frequency of successful deliveries of goods and of funds. Up it to an agreement for a twenty percent cut and we'll insure your transaction entirely."
"Now, if you would like to engage in business, I will have you continue with my associate. If not, you may leave. Either way, you'll leave the same way you came in: blindfolded and transported. We'll take you back to that nice little park you started at. Peachy keen and none the worse for wear."
"We're in," the leader of the trio said gruffly. "Twenty percent. We've got slo-mo and - "
"Ah ah ah, not with me, darlin. With my sales associate. Think of me as... reception. I'll let The Captain know you're happy to work with us; he'll be terribly pleased.Through that door, to the left now. Ta ta." Penny raised her hand and gave a languid wiggle of her fingers as she looked down to the tablet she was reading on her desk. The toughs looked to one another, then shrugged and proceeded towards the door to the left as she tapped out a message on her tablet. As the door swung shut behind them in the next room, a spray of gas came from the ceiling over the toughs, knocking them out, and two of Penny's Pie Rats came to collect them and move them to another location to continue the business.
"...Just another day at the office, eh Captain?..." Penny mumbled, leaning down to snuggle her face against the cat's big head. The Captain kneaded his paws on her thigh contentedly.
"You see boys, piss poor planning makes piss poor performance, as my daddy used to say. And what gets pissed on the most among you up & comers? Logistics. You can make the drugs, you can find the drugs, you can shoot each other over turf, but do you know how to get your shit from Peach Trees to, say, Beacon Hill without catching the eye of Judges, let alone rivals who will shoot you as quickly to take your stash? Nope." She nonchalantly scratched the purring cat behind the ears.
"What you need is a third party. Smugglers. Escrow. UP fucking S, if you will. We give you that, for a percentage. We operate a sophisticated network of discrete delivery men and women, whom in turn operate on a need to know basis. We have a 90% success rate, pending the occasional Judge. How many of your operations have gone without a hitch?" She regarded the leader of the trio squarely, and noticed a twitch in the brow that suggested memory of a recent failure. One of his buddies glanced away for a moment.
"Uh-huh..." she continued, pushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, "Look, for a fifteen percent cut, no more than you'd pay in taxes for a legit business operation, you can greatly increase your frequency of successful deliveries of goods and of funds. Up it to an agreement for a twenty percent cut and we'll insure your transaction entirely."
"Now, if you would like to engage in business, I will have you continue with my associate. If not, you may leave. Either way, you'll leave the same way you came in: blindfolded and transported. We'll take you back to that nice little park you started at. Peachy keen and none the worse for wear."
"We're in," the leader of the trio said gruffly. "Twenty percent. We've got slo-mo and - "
"Ah ah ah, not with me, darlin. With my sales associate. Think of me as... reception. I'll let The Captain know you're happy to work with us; he'll be terribly pleased.Through that door, to the left now. Ta ta." Penny raised her hand and gave a languid wiggle of her fingers as she looked down to the tablet she was reading on her desk. The toughs looked to one another, then shrugged and proceeded towards the door to the left as she tapped out a message on her tablet. As the door swung shut behind them in the next room, a spray of gas came from the ceiling over the toughs, knocking them out, and two of Penny's Pie Rats came to collect them and move them to another location to continue the business.
"...Just another day at the office, eh Captain?..." Penny mumbled, leaning down to snuggle her face against the cat's big head. The Captain kneaded his paws on her thigh contentedly.
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wonderlandalli
Member
Offline since relaunch
Full Name: Marnie Robinson
Alias: Marian
Age: 22
Gender: female
Race: Human
Homeland: The Republic of Texas, now a State.
Appearance: Tall and red-headed with bright blue eyes and freckles, Marian is a descendant of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Not that she knows that. It's why she's such a fast draw and a sharp shot, and why she can handle a sword better than a Spanish landlord.
Languages: English, Spanish, Apache, Tonkawa, and some Lipan and Commanche, and some Latin.
Height/Weight: Five foot Seven inches
Outfit/Armor: Casually, she has a cotton dress made from homespun and a lace shawl for Sundays, several plaid or gingham blouses, a few long denim skirts and some real purdy boots with snakes and crosses tooled into the leather. Most often, and especially for missions, she dresses in leather chaps over denim Levi's, a plaid cotton blouse, and a duster with a leather hat. All the leathers and dyes are a dark, earthy brown best for blending in with the surroundings. It served its purpose in El Paso. Gotta hide that red hair.
Hunting Gear: A belt of bolts across her chest to go with her crossbow, which is a sturdy thing made of oak and brass. If she fails to shoot you before you get close, she can knock you with the damn thing quite effectively without damaging it. She also has a Spanish rapier that she is proficient with. She likes the crossbow better than pistols for a few reasons: it's quieter than pistols, and she can re-use her bolts, and she prefers sharp shooting more than large gunfights. She keeps a pistol anyway, though. One of those six shooter Smith & Wessons, but its more for a quick self defense. She makes an excellent sniper.
Likes: smoked meats, hot coffee, singin', and tequila
Dislikes: rich folk takin' 'vantage of simple folk, horse/cattle thieves, la-di-da yankees, folks as don't like her singin'
Occupation: Highwayman, thank ya kindly. Now you'll be handin' over those gold bouillons.
Skill Set: Picking locks, sniper with her crossbow or quick draw with her pistol. Rapier when she runs out of bullets. Good at hiding in the wild, and handles rough living well. She can move very quietly. She can lasso and hogtie as needed. No fear when it comes to animals.
Magic Abilities: None.
Pets/Companions: She has a very very fast horse named Bodaway ("Fire maker"). Perhaps that one has the magic in it. She got it from an Apache shaman after saving him from bandits. Sometimes it feels like that horse could outrun a steam engine. She appears to be some sort of ordinary quarter horse in a chestnut color with a blond mane and tail.
Personality: She prefers anything that takes her out into the wilderness and away from cities. She doesn't like wasting time at the guild when she could be out dealing with bandits, wendigos, and other beasties.
Background: Marian hails from El Paso, Texas. (Which just recently became a state.) She grew up on the frontier, mingling with a mixture of European immigrants, Spaniards, and various Native tribes. Her parents started out wanting to go all the way to California, but settled in El Paso seeing a good ranching opportunity. She has 5 brothers (2 older, 3 younger) back at the ranch, and she didn't grow up terribly lady like. She prefers rough living over sitting in a house knitting. When the railroad tried to take her family's ranch when she was 14, she and her elder brothers saddled up and went out robbing trains and sabotaging rail building camps until the company decided to change their route and go another way. This was how she learned to sniper, and her brothers were amazed to find her such a natural that they taught her to shoot pistols and bows. Aside from her lawlessness, she has a gentler side that just wants to be out of doors and free. She enjoys singing, and knows a lot of folk songs.
Unique Abilities: She's a fantastic sniper with a crossbow, always on the mark, and moves quite silently in brush and wilderness. Sometimes its like she can see in the dark like a cat, and darkness doesn't affect her sniper skills much. Excellent horsemanship.
Alias: Marian
Age: 22
Gender: female
Race: Human
Homeland: The Republic of Texas, now a State.
Appearance: Tall and red-headed with bright blue eyes and freckles, Marian is a descendant of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Not that she knows that. It's why she's such a fast draw and a sharp shot, and why she can handle a sword better than a Spanish landlord.
Languages: English, Spanish, Apache, Tonkawa, and some Lipan and Commanche, and some Latin.
Height/Weight: Five foot Seven inches
Outfit/Armor: Casually, she has a cotton dress made from homespun and a lace shawl for Sundays, several plaid or gingham blouses, a few long denim skirts and some real purdy boots with snakes and crosses tooled into the leather. Most often, and especially for missions, she dresses in leather chaps over denim Levi's, a plaid cotton blouse, and a duster with a leather hat. All the leathers and dyes are a dark, earthy brown best for blending in with the surroundings. It served its purpose in El Paso. Gotta hide that red hair.
Hunting Gear: A belt of bolts across her chest to go with her crossbow, which is a sturdy thing made of oak and brass. If she fails to shoot you before you get close, she can knock you with the damn thing quite effectively without damaging it. She also has a Spanish rapier that she is proficient with. She likes the crossbow better than pistols for a few reasons: it's quieter than pistols, and she can re-use her bolts, and she prefers sharp shooting more than large gunfights. She keeps a pistol anyway, though. One of those six shooter Smith & Wessons, but its more for a quick self defense. She makes an excellent sniper.
Likes: smoked meats, hot coffee, singin', and tequila
Dislikes: rich folk takin' 'vantage of simple folk, horse/cattle thieves, la-di-da yankees, folks as don't like her singin'
Occupation: Highwayman, thank ya kindly. Now you'll be handin' over those gold bouillons.
Skill Set: Picking locks, sniper with her crossbow or quick draw with her pistol. Rapier when she runs out of bullets. Good at hiding in the wild, and handles rough living well. She can move very quietly. She can lasso and hogtie as needed. No fear when it comes to animals.
Magic Abilities: None.
Pets/Companions: She has a very very fast horse named Bodaway ("Fire maker"). Perhaps that one has the magic in it. She got it from an Apache shaman after saving him from bandits. Sometimes it feels like that horse could outrun a steam engine. She appears to be some sort of ordinary quarter horse in a chestnut color with a blond mane and tail.
Personality: She prefers anything that takes her out into the wilderness and away from cities. She doesn't like wasting time at the guild when she could be out dealing with bandits, wendigos, and other beasties.
Background: Marian hails from El Paso, Texas. (Which just recently became a state.) She grew up on the frontier, mingling with a mixture of European immigrants, Spaniards, and various Native tribes. Her parents started out wanting to go all the way to California, but settled in El Paso seeing a good ranching opportunity. She has 5 brothers (2 older, 3 younger) back at the ranch, and she didn't grow up terribly lady like. She prefers rough living over sitting in a house knitting. When the railroad tried to take her family's ranch when she was 14, she and her elder brothers saddled up and went out robbing trains and sabotaging rail building camps until the company decided to change their route and go another way. This was how she learned to sniper, and her brothers were amazed to find her such a natural that they taught her to shoot pistols and bows. Aside from her lawlessness, she has a gentler side that just wants to be out of doors and free. She enjoys singing, and knows a lot of folk songs.
Unique Abilities: She's a fantastic sniper with a crossbow, always on the mark, and moves quite silently in brush and wilderness. Sometimes its like she can see in the dark like a cat, and darkness doesn't affect her sniper skills much. Excellent horsemanship.
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wonderlandalli
Member
Offline since relaunch
Name: Lizzie Gray
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lizzie is of average height and strong build. She's a swimmer, so she has strong wide shoulders and her endurance is high. Her hair is a short dark brown, and she has golden eyes the color of whiskey. She has an olive skin tone and narrow almond-shaped eyes. She went into the cryo with sneakers, jeans, a black tank top, and sunglasses as if she were ready for a cruise.
Pack contents: Amid a few changes of clothes and three racing swimsuits & hair caps and water shoes, she packed a selection of fishing lures for both fresh and salt water, several spools of the strongest fishing line she could find, and two collapsible fishing reels. She also packed a small medical kit, a sewing kit with several spools of strong waxed thread, two sturdy pocketknives, a hunting knife in a sheath, salt to get rid of leeches (you know, just in case), a small and medium towel, a big bottle of sun block, and a small camping lantern with a solar cell. Finally she has her tablet and solar charger loaded with the information the colonists had been given about Spera, photos/videos from home, and "Smith's Guide to Outdoor Survival" on ebook (as well as several other ebooks to keep her entertained, she was expecting a dome life).
Did you store anything in the cargo bay? Some bow hunting gear, a larger machete that wouldn't fit in her pack, and several dozen arrows. Lots more clothes.
Skills: She can hold her breath for several minutes while diving, and is a very strong swimmer. She grew up in a very out-doorsy family and is a knowledgeable fisherman and decent bow hunter. She knows how to build good campfires, and some basic survival skills (but she bought a handbook for that). She knows CPR and first aid and how to tourniquet a bleeding limb or splint a broken bone.
Education: BAS in Kinesiology focusing on swimming and aquatic sports
What was your reason for joining the colonists? "I entered the lottery hoping for change, because I had broken up with my gorram cheating-ass boyfriend and was kind of mad at the world. My parents were a little concerned when I entered, but they didn't think I'd be drawn. However, when my name was announced on the stream, I was kind of freaked out at first but came around. Everyone was calling me suddenly, and my parents were upset and didn't want me to go. I had to sleep on it for a few days, honestly, and in the end I thought of all the adventure that could be had and how you just don't get this kind of opportunity on Earth. Alaska was tamed decades ago, they even have suburbadomes in Antarctica and stuff. So I thought, yeah I'll do it. I want to do it. I need a challenge."
How did you get get accepted? "As I mentioned, I won the big lottery they had for civilians. It was a 60 in 10 billion chance, you know? And yet, here I am... It's like God wants me to come here."
What did you do before this? "I taught swimming lessons at our suburbadome, and competed a bit too. I also had this rubber mermaid suit and would do kids parties, swimming around with them as Milly the Mermaid. Cheesy, but it made me a fair amount of extra cash!"
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