Ace of Jacks

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

Well he can get a drill cuz her BD is a bouncer XD im sure Gamma has a rivet gun you can, uh, borrow

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

Maybe he'll find Charlotte's dad :3

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

We now have an extremely diverse cast, especially from Rapture n_n

Curious, what changes could Lily undergo?

Hospital for the Unstable Liabilities

Could get the OOC up and PM the remaining players, make sure they are still in and all

Hospital for the Unstable Liabilities

Cool. Are you waiting on them before putting up the OOC? I think one of them wanted to wait until that was up to put up a CS

How To Train Your Dragon

I'll have something up the afternoon.

Mean time, what event should happen?

Hospital for the Unstable Liabilities

He does n_n but only the ones with strong souls can take form. The rest are just floating lights XD

Redwing said
If Red doesn't say I see dead people at least once during the roleplay. I will be disappointed.

He probably will during a psychotic breakdown...

Hospital for the Unstable Liabilities

Hope this is m'kay

Red

Appearance:


Name:
Conrad “Red” Kusuma

Age:
19

Unique Quality:
Necro Senses- Red has the uncanny ability to see and hear those who have passed, though he cannot touch them. He can only see those whose souls possess strong will. Red can control some of the weaker-minded spirits to his own will though they do not appear to him in their full forms but rather small, bright orbs. His control and manipulation over them has given him the ability to feign telekinesis.

Weakness:
— Voices in his head. He can hear the cries and screams of souls burning in the pits of hell as well as the confused murmuring of those lost to wander the otherworldly plane. This causes him to get severe headaches and migraines as well as insomnia, the voices never resting.
— Mental Instability. Though he can block out the voices or dull them in his mind at times, his mental psyche is extremely fragile due to the hours he’d endured the screams when his ability had first surfaced.
— On very rare occasions, he may suffer from psychotic breaks

Personality:
Revealed in IC

Bio:
Red was a problem child, always putting his family on edge worried that his actions would catch up to him. He had dropped out of High School after finding out he would not be graduating his senior year and did not plan to go to college, a topic that often was the cause of fighting in his household. His younger sister, Karla, was the peacekeeper and the only one known to successfully calm him down. One night, after a rather explosive argument with his parents, Red stormed out of the house and got in his car, planning to drive to a friend’s house. His sister managed to get into the car before he took off, to his surprise, and hoped to help him calm down and talk. She always knew what to say and how to say it, however, this time Red was more frustrated than he had ever been and continued to shout. His unstable behavior began to effect his driving and in his rage he was not paying full attention to the road. A loud honk and a scream from his sister shook his attention back to the road as he had been drifting into another lane. He quickly corrected himself and felt relieved when he was back in his own lane. Recovering from the incident, Red had failed to notice the light turn yellow. It had turned red before he ever made it to the light but was too occupied in recovering from the shock of the near accident to stop. Another scream from his sister alerted him of the incoming traffic ahead. The passenger-side door was rammed.

Coming to, Red found himself lying sore on a hospital bed. His sister is sitting beside his bed, smiling at him. When a doctor entered the room, he was informed that an accident had occurred in which one person was killed: his sister. They informed him that his heart had stopped and he was officially dead for ten minutes before emergency responders arrived and attempted to revive him. To the surprise of the doctors, Red did not seem to suffer any brain damage from the time his heart stopped beating. It was from then that he noticed his sister once again and his mind flooded with voices.

After the accident, his parents couldn’t stand to look at him. Disowned and homeless, Red wandered the street, making money from street performances and “psychic readings”, his sister’s spirit following alongside. She promised to stick by his side until she felt it was safe to leave him alone, until he found happiness. News of his taboo ability got around and caught the attention of the social higher-ups. He was taken from a homeless shelter in the dead of night and brought to Mary St. Jude’s

Extras:
His sister is his constant companion, often acting as his subconscious. Without her, he would not have been able to control his ability and dull out the voices.

The Knights of Songbird: A Bioshock Roleplay

Mason

Mason arched his back as a green protruded out of his chest. With a gasp, he readjusted himself and looked forward, facing what he could only tell to be a product of Possession. “What the hell?” he murmured under his breath. His mind was brought back to the action when he noticed Kennedy jump into the portal from the corner of his eye. His head turned sharply in her direction and he shouted after her in concern. “No! Wait!” he screamed. Before he could follow after her he saw the Val nearly grab her by the wrist, only to fail. The green mist was through the portal as well, following after Kennedy. “Dammit!” he shouted in near unison with Val. He turned to see his friend preparing to disembark into the unknown. He started in frustration as Val jumped through the portal, taking a few seconds to get his bearings. “Yes, run head into God-knows-where!” he rambled, rolling his shoulders back as he prepared to follow after his comrades. He ran over to one of the storage barrels and kicked it open, revealing a Vox Populi Burstgun. He ducked his head around its strap and swung it around his shoulder. He glanced over his shoulder to look at Arch and Lucas, cracking an uncertain smile at them before jumping into the portal himself.

The landing wasn’t smooth. The portal was elevated a little ways from the ground and Mason hadn’t put into account of the difference in height from one side to the other. He rolled on the floor or a moment and looked up to see a guard smiling down at him. He backed up as quickly as he could, half-startled. He grabbed the Burstgun and fired the three rounds at the man’s kneecap. Mason jerked back at the recoiled, scurrying to his feet as the man before him buckled over in pain. Mason flexed his right hand, the vigor still active, and flicked his wrist in the direction of the guard, sending a wave of black feathered demons at him. He ran as the screams echoed through the damp hall. It felt eerily humid here. It wasn’t the same airy atmosphere that one would find in Columbia. Odd, but still, there was no turning back now. He had to run after his fellow Knights, he had to ensure that they were safe at least. Though, he knew they were both capable of defending themselves it was the fact that none of them were sure about what this place has in store for them that made Mason feel uneasy. There was something different about this place, he could already tell. This wasn’t the same air in Columbia. Were they in a hidden section of Columbia the prophet kept from the public? Or was this the “Sodom Below” the false Prophet constantly preached about? Mason’s head throbbed in confusion as he mindlessly followed after Val, focusing only on keeping his back in sight. He took in a breath of the thick, humid air, and couldn’t help but let out a cackle as his adrenaline pumped through him. He caught up to Val, running three feet behind his friend. “Pick up your feet, solider!” he shouted jokingly.

Charlotte

Charlotte exited the bathysphere once it docked safely. She made her way to the large steel door near the right of the docks and stood in front of it as the gears turned. The door opened and a wide smile appeared on her face as Mr. Bubble’s appeared on the other side of the opening door. “You made it!” she exclaimed, grabbing one of this rough gloved fingers and tugging at him. “Come on, silly!” Mama’s here! she thought. Though it was difficult for her to member the day she was separated from her parents, Charlotte remembered seen the large “Medical Pavilion” sign in the lobby of the area as she was dragged away from his mother, both of them reaching out for the other while screams and cries rang in her ears. She remembered the man that dragged her away, desperately pleading with him to take her back to her mother, how he was telling her that Fontaine had different plans for her. Charlotte looked up at her protector, glad that she had someone to watch over her, despite the lack of human emotion. Once she found her mother, she thought, no one can stop her from being reunited. Not while Mr. Bubble’s was around. If anything happened to him she would surely be vulnerable and her means of protection would be gone. She wrapped her hand tighter around the Big Daddy’s finger.

“Come on Mr. Bubbles. I can smell the angels…”

Hospital for the Unstable Liabilities

I'll have something up by tomorrow night. I keep dropping ideas for abilities. One of them was Empath but I feel I'll have trouble implementing that. I think I have one in mind that'll work for me though.