[OOC] The Runes (In Need of Players!)

[ScoundrelQueen]

Where is Uruz ):

[EchoicChamber]

NEW ANNOUNCEMENT

Uruz has been taken care of, but it might take a while before the sheet can be sent in in its entirety. c: As such, Uruz's writer has given me permission to go ahead and start the roleplay. Plot stuff won't happen quite yet, so that way the character can come in and be excused more easily IC, but I'll go ahead and post an intro soon so that way interaction can be started and stuff.

[xXSINXx]

Lol I've been absent XD who wants to befriend Volkir??

[VitoftheVoid]

Helena Kingsley

Full Name: Helena Alys Kingsley

Nicknames/Aliases: Sweater Girl, Ginger, Hel, Space Cadet

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Occupation: The Blessed, Junior Office Staff.

Description: Helena is not a terribly imposing creature, topping out at out an unintimidating 5'2. Her build is slim, with light curves on the hips and chest rather than any defined muscle and her face is heart-shaped and girlish, with a set of wide, blue-grey eyes.She has a mop of untidy, red hair, which falls for her lower back. She has very pale skin that is quite prone to burning. She has a notable scar on the one side of her face, neck and shoulder.

People often pick Helena out on her somewhat..idiosyncratic sense of fashion. Her outfit tends to frequently consist of skirt, leggings, sheepskin boots, and some of the most hideous sweaters known to mankind, hewn in rainbow colours and emblazoned with animal designs. All are at least two sizes too big. She's rarely seen without one on.

Personality: Helena is a rather peculiar young woman. Socially awkward and rather absent-minded, she often seems to be going about he day oblivious of things going on around her. She appears to have a tendency to daydream and forget what she's doing. She's also rather disorganised both externally and internally, quite capable of forgetting her duties or running late

Helena is fairly shy, and whilst this certainly doesn't put her beyond attempts to make friends, this is quite easily shot down. SHe seems to have a few issues with her own self-esteem.


Skills: -Photocopying, making coffee, getting people's lunch orders right at least half of the time, paints and draws relatively well.

Weaknesses: - No combat experience or training.
-Absent-minded, inattentive, and maybe not amazingly good at her job.



Brief History: Helena has been working for the Blessed for a little while, in a relatively junior position, doing jobs around the place. She'd grown up with frequently absent family, and had gotten rather used to being alone, so adjusting to the environment was a little bit of a culture shock...the liveliness moreso than the strange happenings.

It soon proved that Helena was, perhaps, not the most adept at her job, but the Blessed were very unwilling to dispense of her. For all her mistakes she's yet to receive any serious consequences short of being reprimanded, and has given a few staff reason to assume she must be related to someone high up in the organization and must be being kept on due to some familial ties. There certainly has to be something going on.

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[Prinz]

Prototype Uruz

~ Full Name ~
Amity Veil. Of course, that doesn't really seem like a real name, does it?

~ Nicknames/Aliases ~
Ami, the Red Knight, rude bitch.

~ Age ~
21.

~ Gender ~
Female.

~ Rune/Location ~
On her stomach, just above her belly button.

~ Rune Powers ~
Being a general badass. All of Amity's physical attributes are enhanced- strength, speed and even her senses.
She can toss cars and cut through buildings and is fast enough to almost hurt herself from the wind resistance.
Her senses make her a pain in the ass- she can see better, hear better, smell better and can essentially stick to you like glue if she needs to.
Food also tastes 'more', I guess you could say. She's also very conscious of touching things at all times due to her senses.

~ Description ~
Amity stands around 5'8, slightly on the bulky side- not due to fat, but due to muscles. Amity's body is fairly toned, but only for one purpose- hefting her absolutely gigantic weapon around and staying fast while doing so. Her figure could be considered 'unladylike', although saying that to her face is only advised if you have a death wish. Her body has quite a few scars on it, ranging from tiny scrapes to a wound that slides down the curve of her back just to the right of her spine, all the way down to her ass.
Her scarlet hair and eyes are a perfect match, her hair falling down into her face on occasion. She tends to tie it back and put her hair in moderately fancy hairstyles. When in combat and her rune's powers are activated, her eyes flash a brilliant gold for the duration of her usage.

~ Personality ~
Amity is a kind and considerate person, somewhat of a 'big sister' figure. Her endless drive to defend others even at the cost of her own life extends even to the small things- taking on odd jobs around everywhere and being a courteous and polite as possible. However, when things turn serious, she shuts herself up and gets into it like she should. Non-joking attitude, stoic features and willpower stronger than diamond are trademarks of the girl now known as the Red Knight. Not the kind to taunt or 'enjoy' fights, she tends to focus more on ending them as quickly as possible and as painlessly as possible.
Until her rune kicks in.

Golden eyes blazing brightly, Amity Veil degenerates into a monster not too different from a savage Warg. Flailing her car-sized sword in a wild fervor, Amity will attack anything that comes near her. Once her nose catches a scent, she becomes a wolf on the prowl and will spend even days hunting down her marks. Constant fighting has left her weapon of choice cracked and stained- earning it the nickname of Bloodripper for its gruesome looks. Originally, Bloodripper was much, much smaller- barely a dagger. It was a gift given to her by her betrothed and best friend on her 20th birthday.
Amity keeps the hilt gripped tightly, even in the depths of the murderous, vengeful rage that grips her mind and heart.
Vengeance is the only thing that matters when all's said and done.
And Amity won't rest until she gets it.

~ Skills ~
+ Able to swing around a weapon the length of a car- and that's the blade alone, the hilt makes it even bigger- with ease.
+ No point being able swing a sword if you can't use it- Amity's skills with a blade are honed by years of fighting for her life and for the lives of others.
+ Incredibly agile and durable, owing to her Rune's powers.
+ The more she gets hit, the angrier and stronger she gets.
+ Endless willpower to avenge herself and others, coupled with the intense desire to save the world and those in it.
+ Everything one needs to effectively survive alone, Amity can do- she's been living alone for a while after all.

~ Weaknesses ~
+ She's only one person.
+ Her strengthened senses can be used against her.
+ She gets really angry once a month.
+ With her berserker mode engaged, she won't stop fighting until she calms down. Unfortunately, that's quite difficult for someone who's stuffed full of rage and vengefulness. This is also a weakness because she'll attack absolutely anything with impunity- even the people she's trying to protect.
+ Spicy food will mess her up, and so will bad smells. Downside to awesome senses.. whoops.
+ Amity's enhanced senses also means that she feels pain much easier than others. However, Amity has made up for this weakness by using said pain to give her strength in her berserk rage mode.

~ Brief History ~
Amity is the youngest of a man with plenty of money and plenty of wealth.
She led a relatively happy life, living with a childhood friend close by. It wasn't exactly a secret that they'd had feelings for each other since their childhood, and at her father's suggestion Amity found herself stubbornly proposing to the man, who happily accepted. Despite herself, she couldn't stop the teary smile that slid across her face.
"You're a strong girl, Amity. You can do anything."
Amity held her fiance's lifeless corpse close, sitting in the massive pool of blood that soaked the ruined wedding hall. The bodies of everyone she loved and knew sat around her, the bodies of several wargs and Jotun also present.
In many, many pieces.
Amity's torn clothes let her see the run that had burned itself into her skin, and her hand gripped the shattered dagger her love had given her so tightly that her knuckles were white against the red of everything else.
Blood on her clothes, on her weapon, on her entire body. She closed the eyes of the one she loved and held him tightly, losing her concept of time until eventually, living in the wasteland alone for months, she was found.
However, the person who found her was not who she expected. A pale, small girl with changing eyes and a forked tongue. Originally, Amity wanted to kill her, but that proved impossible. After an entire day of ripping her apart only for her to stick back together, Amity finally listened.
"You want revenge, right? Come with me. I'll take you somewhere fun."

The Blessed found it odd that one of the Runes they sought was conveniently placed right on their doorstep. They brought her in, treating the outright traumatised woman with a kindness that made her sick. She didn't want free food or fancy housing- she'd already had that.
She wanted training.
She wanted revenge.
She had her dagger reforged, going out and collecting an outright stupid amount of metal for her new weapon. A massive, jagged blade with one edge clean-cut and the other coated in serrated spikes. It was longer than her body, having to be carried in one hand like a guitar case triple the size of one.
Honestly, it was less of a sword and more of a giant hunk of guillotine. Well, it was now, in any case.

~ Other ~
+ Amity's real name isn't Amity.
+ She has a severe hatred of eggplant.
+ She's secretly a heavy drinker.
+ She was supposed to get married to her childhood friend on her 21st birthday, something they'd both agreed on a few years prior. However, with the deaths of everyone she knew, her goals changed- butcher every single non-human monster on the planet and make them suffer.

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[LorelleQuips]

My Blessed up for review.

Clifton

Name:
Clifton (Is it his first name? His last name? Nobody seems to have any clue.)

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:
5’11”, neat white-blonde hair, bright aquamarine eyes. Smiles a lot, with a kind of customer-service smile that might make you wonder if he’s going to try to upsell you on something. Unfailingly dressed in a pristinely pressed white shirt and a well-tailored black suit.

Personality:
Businesslike, polite, and quick to shake your hand with a smile so friendly and a grip so firm and honest that it seems suspicious, because surely nobody is that nice.

But Clifton really is that nice. An honest-to-Odin good Samaritan.

He just also happens to be capable of murdering you with a homemade garrotte without losing a wink of sleep if that’s what work requires. These contradictory sides of his personality are managed by an excessively active sense of compartmentalization, and the fact that he strictly follows his own professional code of ethics, even if it's...unconventional.

Skills: Clifton is skilled in most standard forms of physical combat, but his real proficiency lies in stealth and dexterity, not brute strength.
Resourceful and clever, he has a knack for turning miscellaneous objects into weapons and household chemicals into poisons, sedatives, etc.
He consistently delivers quick, clean kills, with no collateral damage.
Adequate knowledge of runes and lore.

Weaknesses:
For all his capabilities, he’s still human and can therefore be shot, stabbed, and strangled just like anybody else.
A pathological perfectionist and germaphobe, Clifton cannot stand to be disorganized or dirty, and he does not do well with any bodily fluid (with the exception of blood, which is something a guy sorta gets used to as a skilled assassin), so spitting on him is nearly as likely to incapacitate him as shooting him in the kneecap. This obsessive corner of his personality is not immediately apparent to most people, the only hint of it being that he always smells like citrus hand sanitizer.
His good-naturedness is exploitable.

Brief History:
He's been one of the Blessed for about seven years. Though only 21 years old on arrival, he came already armed with an impressive and...well...specific set of skills. He doesn't do much by way of talking about where he got them or where he came from. But his background check would be just like the way he keeps his desk: squeaky clean.

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[LorelleQuips]

Crap. Please hold for character, my stupid internet gave out on me while I was posting and it kicked me back a draft. Let me rewrite.

[GoodLuckTuck]

@LorelleQuips Did you mean to put that picture?

Lol, stupid internet.

[LorelleQuips]

Yeah, ugh, I think I lost the majority of what I actually wrote there.
Everything is the worst. D:

[LorelleQuips]

Toby

Name:
Toby Schippers. He still had a college student ID in his pocket.

Age: Looks like he was somewhere in his late teens or early twenties when he died. A bit difficult to say with the subsequent decay.

Gender: Male

Race: Draugr

Appearance:
Mousy brown hair.
Eyes that were probably hazel but now just look kind of cloudy and bloodshot and terrifying.
His natural features gave him a look of perpetual concern, and now the corner of his mouth is torn badly, adding to it the look of a perpetual lopsided smile.
Head lists to one side due to some severed tendons.
Shoulder stuck in a half-shrug due to the angle of some smashed bones.
Wearing an argyle sweatervest.
Splattered with old blood.

Personality and Explanation Thereof:
Weirdly docile for a draugr. He can't speak, but he can make various noises to express emotion.
In life, Toby had something wrong with his amygdala. He didn't really experience fear, and he never displayed aggression. He died after the deterioration began to spread rapidly through his brain, putting him in an increasingly disoriented state. With no fear response, in a confused daze, Toby Schippers passed away in a tragic accident involving a garage door, a silver hubcap, and a sealed package of sidewalk chalk.
When Hel, Queen of the Dead, raised her undead army to kickstart the apocalypse, Toby returned to the world as a draugr. But his amygdala was still broken. And so was most of the rest of his brain. Though he still had the vague desire to eat human flesh, he didn't have the frenzied aggression of most draugrs to back it up, and though he knew he was supposed to follow Hel's orders, he didn't have the cognitive power to really remember what the orders were, making him possibly the most useless draugr in history.

Skills:
Biting things.
Like all draugr, he cannot be killed by most injuries. Not even a zombie-style headshot, though damaging his brain any more would probably make him even more useless.
Each draugr possesses some kind of magical ability, and Toby's is to pass through solid objects, though he frequently forgets how to do this.
Inhuman strength.

Weaknesses:
Toby is absolutely useless in terms of intelligence and strategy and combat.
Effectively he's just absolutely useless.
Chopping off his head and burning him will do the trick.
Being a dead thing, he also smells like a dead thing.

History:
Toby was part of the big army and Hel told him what to do. He liked Hel. She was pretty. Mostly. 50%.
They were supposed to eat and smash some things, he supposed.
Everyone moved faster than him though. Made it hard to eat anybody.
Toby followed his friends who never actually talked to him into the big building but he accidentally turned on his power and fell into the floor and he hated when that happened.
He forgot what he was supposed to be doing but he heard a sound.
It sounded like a growly thing.
Maybe the growly thing was a dog. He liked dogs.
He went through another wall.
It was a dog. A really big one. It had a big ribbon all tangled around it. There was a circle on the floor.
The circle was made of things that were maybe letters but maybe not because Toby didn't remember if he could read.
Toby went inside the circle.
But Toby remembered he wasn't supposed to be playing with a dog. He was supposed to be doing the smash-roar-kill thing.
He seemed to have forgotten to bring any sharp things.
The dog had a sharp thing in its mouth though. And it had its head down like it wanted him to take it.
It was very growly now but its tail was wagging like it was happy so it was probably friendly.
So Toby took the sharp thing out of its mouth.

Meanwhile upstairs, the Blessed sealed Hel, defeating the Queen of the Dead and her draugr army with her...all except the lost one who happened to be standing inside a ring of runic inscriptions that sealed Fenrir's holding place from outside magical influence.

[xXSINXx]

@Kuroakuma Is it bad that I could see Volkir falling for either of your characters? lol

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[ScoundrelQueen]

Mitch Ingram

Full Name: Leila Michelle Ingram

Nicknames/Aliases: Leila Michelle Ingram, Mitch

Age: 24 (ish? Or just quite youthful for her age, perhaps)

Gender: Female

Alliance: Blessed / Head of surveillance

Duties: Uses digital security sensors and a personal network to know everything that happens regarding the Runes and the mansion, at all times.

Description: A small and unassuming woman, usually seen in a modest button-down and slacks, sometimes with a suit jacket. She has faded green eyes that are always out of focus, due to being legally blind. She is almost never without her tablet or laptop, along with a pair of maximum corrective lenses and a magnifying aid, both of which allow her to blow up her screens to readable proportions. Her hair is a mousey brown, and she never wears makeup of any kind.

Personality: Sharp-tongued, but soft spoken, generally. Mitch has nothing to prove and nobody to prove it to, and as such has a rather even keel at most times. She is rarely surprised, and in fact, has an uncanny knowledge in regard to what everyone is doing, no matter where they are.


Skills:
- Master hacker and coder
- Excellent sensory perception, aside from sight
- Quick thinking/problem solving
- Operates a network that allows her to stay informed about all things at all times
- Not actually a bad shot, in certain circumstances
- Powerful rune writer

Weaknesses:
- Slightly less informed about all things she may be about to bump into
- Limited physical fighting ability
- Might smell slightly less human than some humans
- Can write strong runic inscriptions, but cannot cast them or assist in rituals


Brief History: Mitch has been writing code and working with runes since as long as she can remember. She's a bit new to the use of laptops, previously having used a far more stationary setup, but her product has not suffered for the change. Mitch has also worked with the Blessed for nearly a decade, and played an integral role in finding the Chosen ones shortly after their runes appeared.

Other:Mitch uses a cane to find her way around when outside the mansion. She does not like it when people move furniture near her quarters, and has a policy about moving it back posted in most common areas.

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[Prinz]

@xXSINXx I would heavily advise against trying to sleep with the snake cx
Imagine waking up the morning after with a bunch of snakes in your bed.

[xXSINXx]

@Kuroakuma Idk might be interesting XD

[EchoicChamber]

Just as a quick PSA, a large majority of the characters likely don't know what the avatars of the main World Eaters look like, or that Kana can be a Jormy avatar, as Jormungandr is still stuck at the bottom of the ocean. c: They most likely know that wargs and jotun and the like can assume human form, but that's likely it.