[OOC] 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝙳 - 𝙸𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢, 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎

[DeadDrop]

Hi all,

I'll be on a blitz Saturday, setting up the IC, Lexicon where applicable and reviewing any posted sheets

On Sunday I will be away for a week or so, but I'll still be reachable and communicating here. Just not from home.

I hope to launch the RP on September 20th.

Now this isn't a deadline for sheets, if there are still people working on sheets by then don't be discouraged you'll still be able to apply and join.

If anyone is familiar on how the rp works here, usually slow sparse posting at the start. Pacing shouldn't be a issue anyhow, @Duoya thanks for posting I'll review this once it's finished.

Talk to you all soon

[DeadDrop]

So much love 0_0

[Benzaiten]

I have acquired some questions while thinking about my CS. Are we all new recruits to Monster-X? Are we new to monster hunting or can we have a history in monster hunting already? If we're new to both, will this RP start with training or after training is completed?

[DeadDrop]

I have acquired some questions while thinking about my CS. Are we all new recruits to Monster-X?

@Benzaiten

Are we new to monster hunting

@Benzaiten

Yes.

If we're new to both, will this RP start with training or after training is completed?

@Benzaiten

Assuming this applies to the Monster-X question, there is no training you're amateurs.

[Bazmund]

Amateur monster hunters often turn out to be Dead monster hunters in waiting - is this a game where our characters are likely to die for real, and would that just mean we make a new one?

[DeadDrop]

Amateur monster hunters often turn out to be Dead monster hunters in waiting - is this a game where our characters are likely to die for real, and would that just mean we make a new one?

@Bazmund

You could die, depends on how it goes down. If you do you can make a new character. I've adjusted lethality to be more guild friendly but it's not off the table.

[Bazmund]

Something else worth asking, @DeadDrop, is what we do if we want two edges that both lack perks? I'm up for inventing perks if you'll let us, but that's a big if.

[Bazmund]

Mostly done but WIP for perks/edges and other necessary changes.

Jack 'Flowers' Rose, the Unknown Actor

<sub>J A C K 'F L O W E R S' R O S E
◄ 40 ▎ MALE ▎ 6"3 ►


'Iván Dimitrescu' age 18: photo taken from French Foreign Legion Service Records, dated 1999, at the beginning of the Subject's basic training.


Forensic Reconstruction of Subject's Likeness developed from Verified Positive ID Footage #1-14b-US, captured in Brightwell, IL. in 2017, at age 35.</sub>

_{P R O F I L E}
Ordinarily quite reclusive, little of what his immediate acquaintances learn about Jack Rose - A.K.A. Lewis Rose, Jack Flowers, and as 'Flowers' alone - bears any real resemblance to the person he actually is. Our friends in England have been after him for so long they've all but given up the chase, but between their old files, a few interpol handouts from intelligence conferences, and some of the more likely reports of recent sightings, I've been able to put the start of a profile together. Find attached our existing material for his physical and psychological profile. -E

EXCERPT 1 - Taken from Interpol shared materials, dated January 2010, section labelled 'Physical Appearance'.
Jack Rose, 28 <NOW 40> years old, North European ethnic background with uncertain locality, with approximately 6"2 in height. Subject is of broad build with a boxy, long-legged stature, sometimes described as the 'swimmer's build'. No confirmed sightings exist of Rose with visible tattoos or other distinguishing marks and scarring, though recent unconfirmed sightings suggest the presence of recently acquired thermal burn scars on the posterior aspect of Rose's right shoulder, and he is also known to possess characteristic chemical burn scars on his hands of the sort typical to illicit chemical lab workers and amateur bomb makers with access to higher grade materials and little regard for safety. His hair is dark brown, most often worn cut very short, almost to buzzcut length - recent sightings suggest that he has grown a beard. His eyes are blue, but he has been known to use coloured contact lenses.

EXCERPT 2 - Redacted Person of Interest file originally from MI5's records, section labelled 'Psychological Profile: Known abnormalities, habits, and motivations.' No date attached.
Rose is well known to have a meticulous and disordered personality, tempered by intelligence, training, and personal discipline. Information gathered during <REDACTED> suggests that he suffers regularly from anxiety and paranoia, and that his near-compulsive attention to detail and perceptual skill is partially a coping mechanism for this. He is generally quite disinhibited, especially towards violent or intimidating behaviour, despite his anxiety; this initially raised questions about especially dysregulated Narcissistic Personality Disorder, though the moral compass he professes to have in <REDACTED> does make this less likely. His morality is likely flexible, and his attraction to a criminal or violent lifestyle is most likely to stem from his personal aptitude and stomach for it rather than true ideology, but he has also been known to claim anarchist ideals and has been linked to bombings conducted by left wing terror groups throughout the Pacific, as well as six separate attacks on government buildings in Algeria during <REDACTED>.
He typically avoids spending long periods of time in crowded environments, rarely eats or drinks in public, and generally prefers to find quiet places to pursue recreation or relaxation if he does so at all. Data recovered from an improperly disposed of harddrive suggests he has a varied taste in music, with interests spanning several genres from British pop music to Iranian folk songs. Some stored email exchanges also reveal that he maintains very irregular contact with an unknown group of previous associates, typically sending and receiving no more than one or two emails every few months, each email discussing matters relating to the weather, sports, television, or music; cross referencing email dates matching sightings of Rose with weather forecasts from his area of operations suggests that these emails may be coded, as there are regular conflicts between his descriptions of the weather and his actual locale.
Eyewitness accounts from individuals known to have had contact with Rose - eg, shopkeepers or hotel staff who interacted with him in verified CCTV footage - typically recall very little in detail about him whatsoever. He is typically described as being quite friendly, but a little awkward, and 1/3 of these accounts mention that he has an 'intense' quality about his speech and mannerisms, which some statements given to police describe as being unnerving but not intimidating or threatening.

Something to note is that sightings of Mr. Rose became increasingly sparse after 2011. It is widely believed that he remains active in some capacity, and he remains classified as an active threat. I must also make this clear - his apparent 'anxiety' is no grounds to underestimate this man. I was able to call in a favour or two from some friends I have and take a peek at what, precisely, the British decided against sharing; Rose has been concretely identified as a participant in the destruction and killings of numerous agency interests across North Africa around the same time as his Algeria bombings, which themselves appear to have been action against French assets, and he also has links to at least one of our own being KIA around the same time. This was almost fifteen years ago, and his records show a picture of someone who gets more dangerous with time, not less. -E




_{D A Y S - G O N E}
I'm not even going to try with the excerpts for this one - you'll get a fuller picture in your personal briefings.
The long and short of it is that we aren't sure precisely where Rose was born, where he was raised, or where he was educated. We have good reason to believe he is educated, and that he originates in Northern Europe - and if Rose is even related to his real name, we can narrow that down a little further to Anglo-French origins too, but none of this is verifiable information and Rose shows little preference in his choice of AO, with sightings reasonably evenly distributed across Europe, the continental United States, Asia, and Africa. He has, reportedly, never been seen active in Russia, Finland, Lithuania, or Estonia - but this is merely the largest blank spot on a map filled with them.
What we do know is that he spent some time with the French Foreign Legion before he was outright criminal, and that he was operating under another false identity during this time - Iván Dimitrescu, a Romanian seeking French citizenship the hardest way possible. We only know this as a false identity because the copies taken of his personal documents during his basic training show signs of forgery, and because no pictures or footage exist of him attending the high school they say he did. It's even possible the French knew and didn't care enough to find him out - by all accounts he acquitted himself well during training and was viewed positively by his instructors, insofar as the FFL can be positive about anything. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to overlook his fake passport, especially since they'd be printing him a new one if the legion didn't kill him first.
He is known from his service records to have graduated basic training with distinction, and he was earmarked for specialist training during his first tour of duty in Kosovo, where he was reportedly among the first NATO elements to enter Kosovo itself. After the start of Operation Enduring Freedom in 2001 he was returned to France in preparation for deployment to Afghanistan/ The Legion evidently took this opportunity to upskill him. We know he was trained in the use of explosives and combat demolitions, that he earned marksman’s qualifications but was never deployed in this capacity, and there are rumours he later engaged in commando and paratrooper training through the Legion as well - though apparently the French are sensitive about those records, so I didn’t ask again after my contact said no the first time.
Rose served two further tours in Afghanistan before leaving his unit behind, possibly working covertly for the French in Algeria for a period - as his records list him as being currently serving but without deployment or training - and eventually disappearing in the line of duty. Interestingly, his records mark him as KIA rather than missing; the French claim to have ruled out tampering, and appear to have classified this as a legitimate mistake. He was with them for almost exactly four years before his alleged death.
Having now had the chance to cross examine a number of different agencies’ records, it can be fairly conclusively said that Rose did disappear while on operations in Algeria around 2004, and that - while his intentions remain a mystery - he was at least present during a verified road traffic collision in Marrakesh, 2004, which itself led to several gas explosions and a large fire. He was misidentified as being among the remains of victims from the fire - which, again, is possibly a deliberate ploy by Rose. He has been retrospectively identified in Libya in 2005, which may be where he sourced the explosives, hardware, and support for his attacks in Algeria in 2006. He has been linked more tenuously to other bombings, robberies, and political attacks across the Old World, as far east as Thailand in some cases. It is currently the opinion of the intelligence community that Rose was disillusioned by whatever work he was doing for France before his disappearance - operations that the French government also will not share - and that this led him towards Marxism, radicalisation, and his eventual career as a terrorist; I have different opinions.
Rose excelled in his career as a professional soldier, finding difficulty only in his interactions with less radical allied soldiers, or more rarely with civilians who vocally disagreed with his attitudes towards violence. In 2004 Rose was credited with having written a single anonymous threatening letter to Else Scholz, a German journalist reporting on allegations of Foreign Legion war crimes committed during Enduring Freedom, wherein he specifically threatened to ‘... cut <her> down like a fucking tree…’ after she criticised civilian casualties he may have been involved in causing. His arguments against her tend to centre around the point that his preferred level of force - overwhelming, shock-and-awe, immediately lethal methods with little respect for collateral - was necessary not only for achieving the objectives they’d been set (something he described as a generic sort of ‘greater good’) but for protecting the lives of allied troops and other civilians in the region. This appears consistent, initially, with the picture of a man whose ideology was sincere but being effectively challenged, which could lead him naturally to the sort of break-and-defection he is supposed to have undergone; this analysis informs the conclusions of our European cousins, but ignores the wording and sentiment of his message, which focus on the violence itself, and describe it both as a sort of vicious but necessary equalising force (the idea that God made Men, but Colt made Men equal by arming them), and as being much less horrific than the journalist appeared to believe. Rose was ignorant of the fact that Ms. Scholz had previously been a war correspondent, and had witnessed intimately - as many of us have - the true horrors of war; while Rose speaks of war as being not only necessary, but ‘... much less awful than vermin journalists like you tell people it is…’, Ms. Scholz write about the same events in the tone we would all, ourselves, normally use. Rose’s ideological and political justifications for the events in Afghanistan are not weak simply because he is losing an argument he believes in, but because he brings them up exclusively as excuses. While some of his later political motivations do appear genuine, his moral flexibility indicates that he involves himself with radical causes primarily to exercise his own desires and impulses. He is aware that violence is, to most people, at least uncomfortable and hard to justify - but in agreement with MI5’s psychological analysis, he has few such inhibitions himself; this brings us to the most interesting part of our case file, Rose’s eventual abandonment of politics.
Since 2011, Rose has been sighted with markedly decreasing frequency, and his last sighting was now more than five years ago - in 2017. During this time Rose has been linked to only a handful of incidents, but has displayed a remarkable shift in modus operandi across those reports; he has become less reckless and more methodical, showing uncharacteristic restraint and avoiding collateral damage, and while explosives remain a core part of his arsenal Rose has also displayed a notable shift toward precision charges and firearms as his tools of choice. This case file is the first time we’ve been able to pull so much information together about this man, and it’s becoming increasingly clear that there is no way he could have been working alone during this period - in fact, having now examined the trend of Rose’s killing more closely, since 2012 he has lost his previous patterns of locality, and can now be said to disproportionately target affluent individuals, or individuals with a close working or family relationship to those wealthy people. His targets themselves rarely share personal connections, and are typically distributed widely across the globe both in terms of their origins and their places of death. Based on the increasing cost of his equipment, the precise nature of his operations, and the discontinuing political nature of the kills, it seems likely that Rose has been working privately as an assassin - and that he has been supported in this be an as-yet unidentified covert organisation with the resources to permit him to travel globally unrecognised.
His last known location is Brightwell, Illinois - a town you’ve never heard of for the usual reasons, primarily that it’s tiny, largely irrelevant even to its neighbouring settlements, and functions almost exclusively as a rest stop for truckers - and that was in 2017. He was caught on CCTV buying gas for a silver 1995 Toyota Corolla with license plates that match an owner who was found deceased (apparently of natural causes, though this is now in doubt) just a week after the footage was taken, car never reported missing.
To summarise, Jack Rose is the potentially-false name of a known terrorist at large who was trained to endure impossible conditions and achieve his objectives with little to no regard for their cost by the French Foreign Legion, to whom he identified himself by yet another potentially-false name, Iván Dimistrescu. He has a long history of military service with distinction, is experienced with demolitions, sabotage, anti-emplacement, and anti-armour infantry tactics, procedure, and equipment. It is likely he has experience working covertly for a national government, and should be considered to have the covert training this implies. He defected from this lifestyle and aligned himself with a radical interpretation of marxist ideology in 2004, convincingly faking his death to do so, and was able to effectively engage and destroy the interests of his likely ex-employers from the disadvantaged position of an exclusively covert insurgent, possibly with some form of support from Gaddhafi’s Libya. At some point after 2011, he largely abandoned his former pretenses at political motivation, and likely began working as a contract killer, which may have been independent initially, but which also likely led him to membership within a covert organisation that then supplied him with materiel and logistical support, and a potential marketplace for his skills. He is best described as an intelligent, analytical, and utterly ruthless individual, with a background of mild to moderate psychiatric disturbance including debatably compulsive behaviours, deep seated (though ultimately not too unreasonable) paranoia, and a possible anxiety disorder. Rose is a high strung but incredibly disciplined killer whom is best considered both as a peer adversary to our agents, and as now residing incognito for as many as five years within the United States of America, whether he still works for this anonymous cabal of hitmen or not. Despite the contents of this report he remains a mystery for the most part, with even his motivations lost in the shadows; he is an Unknown Actor on U.S. soil.
We have our work well cut out for us.

- E


_{M E M O R I E S}
Rose spent a great deal of time in the employ of a shadowy and reclusive organisation whose trade in stock was killing, and before that was the blunt instrument of more than one terror group. He keeps very irregular contact with the former, and - while he has no regular communication with them - could feasibly identify and contact operatives of some of the latter, if he really wanted to. For the former, there is a curt but respectful professional relationship in place - he occasionally provides them with advice and expertise, they occasionally provide him with hardware - though relations would naturally be much tenser with the latter, and there is a real risk that individuals within each terror group would see him as more of a traitor than an asset, even if the overall organisation would still benefit from his skills.

_{C R E E D}
Martial - though with touches of an Inquisitive approach.



_{D R I V E}
Curiosity - though no agency is yet aware of his recognition of the supernatural, Rose perceives such things through a lens of dark but sincere interest. He normally claims that his interest in fighting the supernatural is more closely aligned with Pride than Curiosity.



_{E D G E S & P E R K S}
Arsenal
With a storied career behind him, it is only natural for Rose to have kept certain acquaintances handy, and this includes the sort of convenient contact who can provide augments to an existing personal set up, or an entirely new armoury just as easily.
Ordnance
As above, but for explosive material and precursor chemicals. Rose is also adept not only with military and civilian demolitions explosives and weapon systems, but with the improvised variety too - his scarred hands may have faded in recent years, but they remain a testament to the consequences of his earlier, more careless home chemistry.

Perk: ‘Incognito’ - Rose has training in covert operations, and is capable of passing undetected in a broad variety of environments, including crossing national borders either illegally or with forged documents. This is owed partially to his paranoidly meticulous nature and his attitude that mistakes even in daily living can easily be fatal, but mostly to training and resources provided by his previous occupations.

[DeadDrop]

Something else worth asking, @DeadDrop, is what we do if we want two edges that both lack perks? I'm up for inventing perks if you'll let us, but that's a big if.

@Bazmund

Not all edges will have perks, initially. Some will be earned over the course of play, not all edges have shown perks. Some are hidden.

I'm okay if you want to bank the perk points to be used later when they're complete.

[Bazmund]

@DeadDrop

Cool, might do that then, though I did give my WIP sheet a different interpretation of the incognito perk which I wouldn't mind feedback on, if that's possible yet.

[Prosaic]

Okay, I very technically finished my sheet. However! I felt I should ask a question first and edit it accordingly. A lot of the current submissions have a history in combat, my OC does not, is this OK? Or should I lean more on combat? He's very research oriented as it stands.

[Smike]

Okay, I very technically finished my sheet. However! I felt I should ask a question first and edit it accordingly. A lot of the current submissions have a history in combat, my OC does not, is this OK? Or should I lean more on combat? He's very research oriented as it stands.

@Prosaic

It’s probably a good idea to have someone whose more researched focus honestly. If only because it’s a change in character archetype

[Smike]

I’ll be finishing my app today, if my WiFi holds up

[Benzaiten]

@Prosaic I second that. I also was working on a more research-heavy character. Will this just mean our characters will die early on? ^^

[DeadDrop]

@DeadDrop

Cool, might do that then, though I did give my WIP sheet a different interpretation of the incognito perk which I wouldn't mind feedback on, if that's possible yet.

@Bazmund

I'll be back thursday so just *bear* with me, I should have perks explained aswell by then. Depends if I'm sober smh

Okay, I very technically finished my sheet. However! I felt I should ask a question first and edit it accordingly. A lot of the current submissions have a history in combat, my OC does not, is this OK? Or should I lean more on combat? He's very research oriented as it stands.

@Prosaic

Sounds fine, the pen is mightier than the sword.

[Prosaic]

Silas Myers

_{◄ 42 ▎ MALE ▎ 6'0" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}
Silas is a quiet soul, not a man of many words, however the words that are chosen are often heavy-hitting in their way. It is because of this tendency that he comes off as well-spoken, driven even, when he chooses to debate or hold a discussion. He could once have been described as painfully shy or closed off, but as he's aged, he's become an easier nut to crack. It's not so much a struggle to hold a conversation with Silas as it once was, despite this, he's still prone to awkwardness at times. Silas does not seem very good at initiating conversation or going into depth about himself or his personal life.

He's a kind person though, extremely caring and empathetic. Silas puts other people before himself, quick to tend to their needs, even when it would be better to tend to his own. His natural love of helping and his inability to help himself often leads to him feeling emotionally drained. He can also be a bit of a "mom friend" at times, the kind of person to jump to making sure that everyone around him is in order. This does not much help his feelings of being emotionally drained.

Silas is brave though, unafraid to rush into danger. His bravery can border on recklessness if it's gone unchecked, but he is more than willing to face danger head-on. He prefers to tackle problems at the head and he loves to fight when he's given the right platform. He's a bright man too, someone who's quick to think and put forth ideas. He's a huge fan of research and learning all he can about a problem. Silas is not one to turn down a night of studying if it's necessary to working something out.

Silas is also good-humored, he likes to joke around with those who are dear to him and doesn't try to take everything so seriously. He will make light of situations at times in an attempt to keep froim over-thinking them, it can be important to remind him when it's not the time to do that. All in all, Silas tries his best and he's well-meaning in most ways. He can be a bit self-deprecating but... he's working on that.

_{D A Y S - G O N E}
Silas Myers was born in Brookyln, New York, to a fairly poor family, though his childhood was mostly quite normal. He had a pair of loving parents that rarely argued and younger sister who he loved dearly despite her tendency to be a bit annoying. They were a happy family despite their money situation and Silas was normal up until about the age of six. It was at this age that he began to suffer from sleep paralysis nightly. This was the first of many sleeping disorders that he would suffer from in his lifetime.

Sleepwalking followed close behind sleep paralysis, chronic and debilitating nightmares were next. His parents could not afford a sleep specialist, so they were tasked with finding solutions at home. He managed to find ways to break his sleep paralysis as he grew older, even ways to keep himself from wandering too far in his sleepwalking states but there was really no cure for the nightmares. He dreamt of terrible things constantly, plagued in nightmares that he couldn't shake, he often woke up cold with his own sweat.

It was because of these night terrors that he became prone to insomnia, staying up until his body absolutely demanded sleep and wishing every night for a solution.

Silas grew up well enough despite these issues, pushing forward out of sheer stubbornness. He was academically gifted enough that by the time he got to college, he was set to move forward into his career as a veterinarian. He found that the more he worked with animals and kept himself busy, the easier it was to cope with his parasomnias. Life wasn't perfect by any means, but it was bearable. Most of his life would be that way, continuing on despite his problems.

Silas' veterinary work saw many types. People who were kind and in need of help, people who maybe shouldn't have had pets at all and those that were just uncanny enough that they made him feel weird down to his core. He was... good at dealing with most of these people. When an impoverished area of Brooklyn was suddenly stricken with a string of violent murders, Silas would not only be alarmed and afraid, he'd lose a portion of these customers that he'd grown so used to.

Luckily, Silas was the curious sort as much as he was the reckless sort and this curiosity would eventually be the driving factor behind him asking a few questions that he maybe shouldn't have asked to a few people he maybe shouldn't have asked them to. The resounding discovery of the supernatural is one that would be world-shaking to Silas. A new and unsettling way that he would have to look at the world that he'd lived in for so long, an addition to his ongoing nightmares.

Silas, armed with this new idea about what existed alongside him, would find himself on a hunt for knowledge. This obsessive desire to learn more eventually got in the way of his work and lead to him moving out to Baltimore, chasing tales of what he didn't understand. This chase for knowledge would also lead him to the Cell, where he's currently trying very hard to get used to all of this.

_{M E M O R I E S}
Elliot Myers: Younger sister. He cares a lot about Elliot, however they haven't spoken in a few years.

_{C R E E D}
𝙸𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎: 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢.

_{D R I V E}
𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢?

_{E D G E S & P E R K S}
𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢.

- Who They Are

A revival of an OC I haven't played in forever, please let me know if there's any changes I should make. :) Hope he looks okay.

[Smike]

Hopefully this all works! I'm saving my perk point for now, once they've been explained a bit I might chose one.

Ximena Huang

_{Ximena "Ex" Huang
◄ 33 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'8" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}
Ximena is a professional above all else. Having been raised for a corporate career before joining the tightly structured ranks of the military she believes in keeping things consummate. She doesn't have much in the way of close friends, perfectly capable of being friendly with people but preferring to leave space between her and them. She'll go out for a beer or head over for a barbeque and make pleasant small talk all the while but there's always some level of reservation.

When on the job, whether it be running guns into Chicago, attending a board meeting, or hunting the undead Ximena acts with purpose. She doesn't agonize over decisions or jump into things blindly, she simply takes the time she needs to identify the solution to her current problem before acting on it.

Her family sees a very different side of her. She's able to be a person around them, laughing often and smiling even more. She is devoted to her husband and even more so to her kids, determined to give them an easy life without needing to worry about Border Patrol or rip-off lawyers.

She is, of course, entirely terrified that they might end up dead because of her 'hobby'.

While her father was not a religious man her mother certainly was. Ximena was raised as a rural form of Folk Catholic. She believes in the Trinity and honors the saints even if the Holy See doesn't quite agree with her definition. While the Supreme Pontiff might object to her shrines to Santa Muerte and Jesús Malverde they have yet to steer her wrong.


_{D A Y S - G O N E}
Ximena was the product of a changing planet, born two years after the Cold War in the leader of the First World to parents from the Second and Third. Officially, Ximena's father Wei was an early adopter of the economic reforms that began to ripple across China in the late 70s while her mother Jacinta was studying business at the National University in Mexico City. They met when Wei was observing the fabrication company Jacinta was interning at, struck it off, and formed a family. Ximena was born in Arlington, Virginia and was thus the first in her family with U.S. citizenship. She would be groomed for a career building up her parent's burgeoning American business empire but ended up joining the Army. She served with distinction as a member of a Female Engagement Team in Iraq and Afghanistan, earning a Bronze Star for courage under fire when her team was ambushed before returning home to be a businesswoman.

While this version of events isn't necessarily wrong, it is a series of lies by omission. Wei Huang was no mere entrepreneur but a career smuggler out of Chongqing with ties to both the Triads and local Communist leadership. When the party's grip on business began to loosen he quickly established contacts with criminal elements in Hong Kong and the Western Hemisphere, specializing in the arms trade. The collapse of the Soviet Union opened a treasure trove of weaponry to the highest bidder, weaponry desperately needed by narcoterrorists and street gangs in the Americas.

Jacinta Molina was the only child of a widowed sicario in the Gulf Cartel, raised into the family business by her father. This was somewhat unusual for a girl but she had a knack for the trade, becoming an accomplished hitwoman and a minor underworld figure in her own right. By the 80s she was regularly running cocaine across the U.S border and assassinating noncompliant cops while attending college for the sake of appearances. When Wei came to Mexico to sort out a ship to the Gulf Cartel it fell on the Molinas to entertain him, thus beginning an international criminal connection.

Jacinta was drawn to the jet-setting lifestyle and exotic locations Wei visited in his work, and Wei was drawn to an attractive young woman fifteen years his junior. Neither party was particularly in love with the other but they enjoyed each other's company nonetheless and made a very good team. They spent a few years working and traveling together but this would be cut short by the arrival of a child.

With a daughter in their lives the pair pulled back from the business, settling into more subdued roles shipping guns up the Iron Pipeline and down into Mexico from their home base of Arlington, Virginia. On paper, Wei and Jacinta were running a reputable shipping business specializing in bulk dry goods and they instilled the importance of discretion into Ximena.

While her parents never hid the origin of their wealth and allowed her to participate it was always clear that the cover came first. This meant excellence in school and sports, a record devoid of even truancy certainly no flashy cars or wild nights at the club. Ximena went to private schools funded by stolen firearms, took part in robotics, chess and soccer competitions over spring breaks and shot AKs on her uncle's ranch in Mexican weed country, and helped to facilitate her first sale at the age of fifteen.

By sixteen she had shot a man, making her a professional criminal like her parents.

As far as their community, and more importantly, law enforcement was concerned the Huangs were the model immigrant family. They were hardworking people who spoke English and flew the flag, a common sight at barbeques and house parties. So when Huang Sr. was killed in his home no one could understand why. And such in such a grisly way too, his throat torn out so that the bed was soaked through with crimson.

Rumors abounded. Was it a serial killer? A sadistic robber? Perhaps punishment for infidelity? None of the suspicions held weight, nobody found any similarly mutilated corpses, and while infidelity was a part of the Huang lifestyle both partners had tacitly agreed to the other's activities.

Jacinta of course assumed that an old enemy had come for him, a rival from Hong Kong or Guadalajara taking him out like he had so many others. Ximena wasn't so sure. They weren't involved in the drug business and they had always been careful, staying neutral in wider gang conflicts so that their hands stayed clean. And if it was business, why had only he been killed when the whole family was involved?

She finished high school with top marks at seventeen (it's what her father would have wanted after all) but instead of applying to Berkeley or Dartmouth she allowed herself to be consumed by the mystery. The police had nothing helpful and there was little information to be found on online. Ximena was stumbling blind until she found a breakthrough by chance, when the prepaid rent on a storage unit in her father's name ran out.

Much of what she found while clearing the place out was useless or uninteresting, probably stolen valuables and mementos from Wei's travels. But there was a key to a safe deposit box and the bank it was in didn't care much about a dead gangster's privacy. Ximena slid the right people the right amounts and was allowed in.

The documents listed a history of transactions going back to the early 90s, a business so evil Wei had never brought his wife in on it. He had been shipping people across the globe, some kidnapped and others tricked, hundreds of them over the years. Ximena's first guess was sex trafficking but as she followed the trails back to the same few shell companies she found reports of grisly crime scenes and hastily abandoned warehouses.

She was eighteen when she pieced it together and nineteen when she allowed herself to believe it. Monsters were real, the Cucuy out of her grandmother's ghost stories did stalk the night. Her father had been selling people to vampires and had made the mistake of threatening them.

It was the kind of shock that made a person leap to rash decisions. Ximena gave her mother barely a day's notice before she shipped out to boot camp, joining the US Army in search of...she didn't know.

As a speaker of Spanish, English, and Mandarin she was an attractive choice for a translator. She was given cultural training and taught fluent Arabic as well as conversational Farsi before being sent to join the War on Terror as a member of a Female Engagement Team, supporting male soldiers and special forces by engaging with local women in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The work suited her, bringing a sense of peace that she hadn't felt since her father's death. The shock of his murder and the discovery of his side business rattled Ximena's morals. She had become keenly aware that her family profited off evil, not the fairly mundane shipping of arms and ammunition but literal blood money. While Ximena would never be considered a good person even she had a line she drew somewhere.

Upon her honorable discharge at twenty-four, Ximena set out to figure out what she was going to do. Having been raised a devout Catholic by her mother she knew her father had condemned himself to hell but familial ties demanded he be revenged anyway. The monsters he had worked with would be struck down as punishment for his sins and theirs both.

But just finding them would time, effort and money. Ximena spent nearly five years slowly piecing together the secrets behind the Masquerade, getting glimpses but never a full picture. Werewolves, demons, magic, all sorts of fairytales made real but her focus remained the Undead. Vampires were as smart, if not smarter than she was on top of being stronger, faster, and more durable, trying to tackle every other foe at the same time would be suicide.

Not that her quest wasn't already. She got very good at ignoring that reality, building a life built on lies for herself just like her father had. She ran guns as was the family tradition, found a good man, and had kids with him. But while her husband knew she was an arms dealer and sometimes murderer he was unaware of her stockpile of silver bullets. He accepted her antithetical belief in God and tolerated the shrines to Santa Muerte and Jesús Malverde while remaining unaware of their true power to her.

As their children grew from infants to toddlers he asked her to ease off the arms dealing, terrified that she'd be shot dead in front of them. Ximena agreed, even suggesting a move to Baltimore. One of the smaller Huang front companies was located there and was easy enough to convert into a real business. While she wouldn't totally stop practicing the family trade she'd cut back, and become more legitimate.

Of course, Charles didn't know that she had found allies in Baltimore. The shift in careers was only to facilitate her years-long search for her quarry. Ximena willingly gave up some of her independence to ally with her parent's old organizations, sacrificing personal pride for a more steady stream of work. With the Gulf Cartel and the Triads feeding her contracts, she was able to stop searching for gangsters looking to buy and focus full-time on the Undead.

_{M E M O R I E S}
-James "Jim" Logan: Ximena's husband. They met through a friend and hit it off due to a shared interest in amateur robotics, quickly falling in love. Jim is understandably anxious about his wife's business under the facade of shipping, which is why she wouldn't even dream of telling him about her hunting.

-Ivana and Miguel Logan: Her children, twins at age six. They're bright kids with good futures ahead of them, and Ximena is determined to give them a life of luxury. Her work, legal and illegal, keeps her from seeing them as much as she might like so she tends to spoil them as a way to make up for it.

-The Men Behind The Screen: Ever since she stopped independent sales Ximena's dealings with the bosses down South and out East have been through encrypted connections and messages via courier. She couldn't positively ID the people paying her, and she likes it that way. A professional doesn't need to know anything more than "Route Shipment A through your company to this shell account at Point B."

As long as they pay her on time and give her the resources she needs she'll happily keep working for them.

More TBA as needed.

_{C R E E D}
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕

_{D R I V E}
𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎



_{E D G E S & P E R K S}
Arsenal: On paper Ms. Huang possess a Wear and Carry Permit for the state of Maryland, citing a burglary that occurred at her company office while she was working late as her reason for applying. She's regularly renewed said license and has not yet fired a shot in anger.

Ximena also has access to military-grade weaponry ranging from surplus carbines abandoned after the Second World War to modern machine guns sold off by disgruntled quartermasters, and she's not averse to using them against her enemies living and undead.

Global Access: While she's not a particularly skilled systems cracker Ximena has access to contacts from multiple international organizations, the triads and the cartels both quite happy to keep tech geeks on payroll. With a cheap burner laptop and a few minutes to contact the right people she can be granted access to pretty much any database she might need to snoop around in.

[Benzaiten]

Here goes nothing

Elliot Myers

_{◄ 36 ▎ FEMALE ▎ 5'7" ►}

_{P R O F I L E}

Elliot, more often than not called Eli, is a quiet person. Though she does not mind groups of people or conversations, she finds it much more rewarding to let other people do the talking and sit back in the shadows to watch the play unfold. Having always been someone who enjoys observation, Eli tends to notice things others don't. And others sometimes tend to not notice Eli.

From an early age on, Eli showed a fascination for most things she encountered and would be drawn to all kinds of non-fiction books. Starting with various children's books on animals and their behaviour, Eli would read up on many themes, topics, items, things, and ideas throughout her life.

Having a deep love for research, Eli has a desire to know more about a problem before attempting to solve it. This often leads to her delaying certain tasks until she has read up on them "enough" to tackle them - which, unfortunately, oftentimes just leads from one research rabbit hole to another and leaves the task undone for multiple weeks.

Though libraries are her best friend, Eli is not someone who spends all her time indoors. At a young age, Eli found herself fascinated with jumping fences and climbing walls. This would result in another dedicated hobby: parkour. Though she would never do any "workout" sport of any kind freely, Elliot can't help but love the feeling of parkouring through town. While she engaged in that hobby more freely as a child and teen, she is a bit more aware of how it looks for a 36-year-old woman to jump around benches, fences, and walls in the middle of the city. Though she does still do it, she prefers to do it when the least amount of people are watching her.

If confronted with a fight, Eli is more likely to dodge and hide and wait for an opportunity to disarm her opponent than to engage in a combat situation outright. Though she will not back down at the first sight of danger, she is not one looking to be in a physical fight either. If needed, she will back up her allies and step up for those she cares about.



_{D A Y S - G O N E}

Elliot grew up in Brooklyn, New York, with two loving parents and an older brother whom she adored. Six years younger, little Elliot was fascinated by her older brother for as long as she could remember. Always tugging on his pant legs and following him around, Eli was determined to grow up just like him. Of course, that is not entirely what happened. While Eli mirrored many of his habits and interests throughout their childhood when she was younger, not all of them stuck.

Eli was an exceptional student. Always with a nose in a book - non-fiction, mind you -, Eli could have been a teacher's favorite: studying hard, writing long essays, and always quiet in class. Had it not been for her unquenchable curiosity, Eli's life would have looked very different. Instead of growing up as an outstanding student, Eli grew up as an outstanding student with a school file full of entries. Almost all of them: breaking and entering. Eli had from the earliest age felt a curiosity to know what is behind closed doors. On many occasions, she would sneak into her brother's room and her parents' closets, break into locked classrooms, and be fetched out of the gardens of various neighbours. As she grew older, Eli learned to use her skill of observation to not get caught so often.

Being the second child of a poor household meant that Elliot grew accustomed to hand-me-downs and second-hand items. Although her parents tried their best, most money that they could scrape together would go into a fund to treat her brother's sleeping disorders. Not that they ever had enough in that fund. On her twelfth birthday, Eli and a few friends went to the mall with some birthday money her parents had scraped up. As they browsed the shelves of a clothing store, her two best friends nudged Eli to pocket a pair of sunglasses she liked but couldn't afford. Elliot refused and turned to leave - she was no one to fall into peer pressure - when she saw an old lady leave her wallet behind on one of the shelves. It was a split-second decision and she would later not be able to answer why she did it. Maybe out of curiosity? Just to see if she could?

Without thinking, she put the money into the fund for her brother's treatment, went to her room and did what she does best: She researched. Having had no personal computer, Eli had always used libraries, a safe haven for the young girl. But no matter how much she researched, the adrenaline kick would continue to urge her to do it again. Every day she saw people having all those excessive luxuries while her family was just trying to get by. So the jar got fuller and fuller until her parents asked too many questions and it finally stopped. Instead, Eli would spend years collecting money, selling "trinkets" she stole, and avoiding the attention of authorities. Her entire thing blew up when she was 15 and her parents confronted her about the heaps of money and items they had found in her hidden spot after a long time of suspicion. The confrontation escalated, much to Eli's own fault, and her life took a swift turn. Her brother had moved out a while ago and while her parents tried their best, Eli wasn't exactly "easy" to parent. Though she stopped stealing, she did not stop getting mixed with the "wrong crowd". Still very much breaking and entering, she would spend a lot of nights in abandoned places, on graveyards, in churches, and other places. Unfortunately, that were just the places people would go for alcohol and drug abuse. Elliot gladly involved herself with some members of those crowds, staying away from the creepy and very addictive types, she engaged in some alcohol and mild drug use such as weed.

As her teenage years passed on, Eli seemed to find her footing. She went to college and graduated top of her class. With four languages (English, German, Greek, Latin) under her belt and a degree in journalism, Elliot seemed to finally be on the right path. After college, she spent about eight years working as a journalist for various media outlets, freelancing some time, and writing blog entries about her varied research topics. It was through the press work that she met Helena.

Truth be told, Elliot had never fully stopped keeping her fingers still. Although much stealthier now, she would still find her way into closed quarters, mostly unoccupied, and let a thing or two slip into her pockets whenever she felt the need.

While she was working on a 'case' ("It's not a story if we're trying to unearth something, that's a case.") involving seemingly unconnected deaths, Elliot made use of one of her sleepless weeks in which she would disappear for a week or two and barely sleep, staying alive by energy drinks, coffee and ordering Indian masala, she found a vague connection. A woman named Helena. However, despite doing her best Eli could not find an address linked to the woman, and any place Eli found she had been, she seemed to not return to again. Needless to say, Elliot developed a true obsession with finding this woman, opening that "door" that seemed to be just out of reach.

It was during an evening after a few too many sleepless nights that Eli got careless and was caught slipping a man's wallet into her pockets as she passed him by. As she turned the next corner, a black-haired woman confronted her. And so Eli met Helena Blythe. Apparently just as much a curious soul, Helena quickly managed to wrap Eli around her fingers with her mysterious bad-girl demeanor. Flirtingly offering to report Elliot to the police, Helena bargained she could use her help in return for keeping quiet.

It took some time and convincing and some heavy questioning on both parties' ends but eventually Elliot was convinced Helena had nothing to do with those deaths she was 'investigating' and Helena was convinced Eli would provide what she was looking for. Elliot, enticed by the woman, fell quickly - and hard. And Helena opened the door to a new kind of lifestyle, one Eli had not thought she would return to. Thus began Eli's time as a true criminal.

She quickly picked up her old skills and found a sort of teacher and companion in the strange woman. Now targeting much bigger fish, Eli and Helena made thievery their main source of income. Living in a "Bonnie and Clyde" fantasy, Elliot felt untouchable with Helena by her side. It was Helena who introduced Eli to the idea of the supernatural. Through extensive research and breadcrumbs by Helena, Elliot finally found that the world was much darker than she had thought. What followed were years of extensive research on those creatures. Eli got sucked into a web of arcane symbols, mages, monsters, faeries, ghosts, and necromancy.

And after five years of living with Helena, the dream collapsed. Helena woke Elliot up, clearly panicked, and urged her to get out of the flat through a secret exit Elliot had not known about. As Eli fought to get Helena to answer, the woman begged her to leave, pressed a necklace into Eli's hand and promised she would explain everything. Hiding in the secret exit, Eli witnessed three vampires raging and destroying their home as they attacked Helena with questions Eli could not fully comprehend. Only when physically attacked did Helena fight back - and bared her teeth. Eli left her home that night with two truths: Helena had been a vampire all along, and she was responsible for the deaths that were occurring, the same ones that took her brother's patients as well as those she had researched five years ago.

In fear and disarray, Eli went back to the house a week later after having heard nothing from Helena. But every evidence of her existence was gone, right down to the toothbrush. Afraid of what she might find, Eli researched more sporadically. She had moments where she would do nothing but dig for 3 months to then fall into a hole where she wanted to burn everything and never think of Helena Blythe again.

But the truth was that she could not settle for being left in the dark. And the truth was that she had loved Helena, that she still loved Helena. And Eli knows that she is still out there. And Helena needs her help.

It's been a year since Helena was taken and Eli has not gotten a single step closer to finding her or those who took her. It is time to invest in some help. And so Eli ended up in Baltimore, joining a Cell to hopefully figure out more about why monsters do what they do, why they exist, how they live, and why some seem so... human.

_{M E M O R I E S}

Silas Myers: Eli's older brother who she loves dearly but hasn't had close contact with in five-or-so years.

Helena Blythe: Elliot's former lover and partner-in-crime (literally) who turned out to be a vampire responsible for multiple deaths in Brooklyn. She was kidnapped by three vampires and has not been heard from since.

_{C R E E D}

𝙸𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎: 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢.

_{D R I V E}

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢?

_{E D G E S & P E R K S}

𝙻𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙶𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢.
- 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕
𝙱𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎-𝚅 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘.

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I’m really diggin the brother-sister team, that’s a lot of fun

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I'll be checking everything out here and pushing a perk update tomorrow before going MIA.