Aces Away

Club Codename

Oooh I wonder how some of these characters are gonna interact if their powers overlap.

Club Codename

Donnie boy

Name: Donavan "Donnie" Citrilin (Sit-trill-in)

Age: 26

Powers: Telepathy and Empathy/Empathic Suggestion.

Position: Bartender

Appearance:

History: Donnie was born in a cold alley in the dead of one of New York's harshest winters. His mother- 17 and homeless after her parents found out about her pregnancy- OD'd on the drugs she was using to keep the pain of the birth at bay. She died without once holding her child. The newborn had screamed and cried and coughed for the next hour before anyone walked by. When he was dropped off at the orphanage, no one was told what had happened to his mother, just that he'd been found on Death's doorstep due to exposure. He would ask the staff many times over his years what happened to his mother, his father, but he'd never get an answer.

This led to him being quite closed off in his formative years, thinking that his own parents had abandoned him and so will anyone he gets attached to. He fell in with a bad crowd starting in middle school and by his sophomore year he had joined a local gang. He never went back to school after that despite how well he did and the advanced rate he'd learned at; had his history been different, he would most likely have been an upstanding Honors student.

A year after he'd joined the gang, Donnie began getting headaches and random mood swings, whispers in the peripheral of his hearing that had him spinning around to find the source. It all built up until one stand off over territory just after he'd turned 18, where he was suddenly crippled by an intense fear that caused him to break out into a sweat of his own. His head felt like it was splitting with the rush of thoughts of "Kill or be killed, kill or be killed, killorbekilled-" and by the time his vision evened back out, there was a kid standing in front of him, even younger than when he himself first started. The kid had a gun pointed shakily at his chest and he couldn't think of anything to say under the foreign thoughts pressing in, nothing but "Killorbekilledkillorbekilledkillor-" before a gunshot rang out- so, so close to him- and a pain in his chest brought him to his knees before the suffocating darkness brought him all the way down.

After he was healed up and released from medical, he was put on trial and sentenced to serve 2 to 3 years for felony gang activity; two of which he dutifully served in prison, getting a hang of his powers and occasionally convincing guards to put him in isolation when he couldn't keep his walls up. His third year he was put on parole for good behavior, and after that he was a free man.

He began hanging around bars and talking with the bartenders, watching them as they worked and enjoying how most of them kept their thoughts geared toward finishing up and going home. He enjoyed the monotony of it. One day, in a bar he'd been a regular at for a couple years, the owner was scrambling to deal with the crowd due to his bartender coming down with something and none of his on-call employees picking up. Head buzzing from the man's frantic thoughts and feelings- and in a bit of a tight place financially- Donnie offered to cover the night for nothing more than the tips people give him. The rest of the night was spent listening to problems and mopping up spills, reassuring people with the slightest grazing touch. He was given a more permanent position once closing time came around, and he worked there for a year before a recruiter for the club came by and gave him the offer of pay and benefits he couldn't refuse.

He's been working at the club for the past two years now and he's come to enjoy being everyone's confidant, even before they got to the level of drunk that usually comes with oversharing. He likes to think he's cut out his own little corner of the world in the club, and that he's finally found people that would want him; the only reminder of his difficult past being the puckered scars from his teenage years and the indecipherable look he gets when he sees a child with their parents.

Medella Offices

Sure!

Medella Offices

@QueenNugget absolutely!

Medella Offices

Bump?

Slice of Life Superpower RP?

I'd be interested to play a bartender of that's cool

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Darnies and Chasa had been settled on the bench in front of the reception desk for a few minutes before he felt it; the draw of energy around them that told him someone was using magic close by. He had stiffened up and closed his eyes, following the draw to the hallway with the interrogation rooms, and when his searching magic had halted as though he hit a wall, he had an unfortunate feeling. Still, he analyzed what he could, the only thing he could with the odd barrier currently active; The magical signature. It took a moment before he was able to recognize Harry's signature, the barrier muddling that along with whatever else it was meant for. He frowned.

Chasa nudged him from where he'd rested his head on her shoulder, and he looked up to see her giving him a concerned look, her eyes searching. He gave her the barest shake of his head, indicating this wasn't the place to talk about whatever she saw when she got a good look at his face. She nodded in response just as some of the others began to arrive.

The first were the odd pair that had come a little late to the...party last night. They came over to Darnies and Chasa after they me with the Desk Sergeant, talking about getting to know each other. Darnies found himself only partially willing to do this, given that he doesn't often come across a Black Dog or Familiar level Demon- which he knows them to be now that he can focus on their energy and not an impending bloodbath- and the times he has, Familiar-wise at least, the being usually tried to bond with him as they recognized his ability to use magic, but not the fact that he was a Witch. When one tried to force a bond between them without his knowledge, the magic swirling in his very soul has lashed out and vaporized the poor thing. The thoughts must have shown on his face because Chasa gave a polite cough before extending her hand to the two.

"Sorry about him, I'm Chasa," She introduced, ever the friendly one. "And this is Darnies," Her side eye had him putting his hand out for a shake as well, just as the Hunter girl came in, gave a brief comment to the Desk Sergeant, and moved to the other wall with a small nod in their general direction. Darnies narrowed his eyes but nodded back as well. Rebecca glided in just after, and now that they were all there, he was hoping they could get this over with.

As he thought this, he realized that everyone's arrival had distracted him from keeping an eye on Harry's barrier, and when he tuned back into it, it was gone along with any trace of his presence. That did not bode well.

He was proven right as just a few moments later, a stone-faced officer came up to them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm afraid that on top of giving your statements on last night, we will have to interview you each separately before you are allowed to leave," He spoke up, causing Chasa to look concerned.

"Sorry, Officer, but why is that?" She asked as they were led to the hallway with the interrogation and interview rooms, Chasa making sure to stay between Darnies and the Hunter. The officer didn't say anything until they were in the secured waiting room. Once they were all sat down, he finally answered.

"The perpetrator of last night's attack was found murdered in his interrogation room; as you were all potential targets of his, we need to interview each of you. It might take a while," he said before settling in a chair himself and watching them all, probably to make sure they didn't try to share information or make up stories. Darnies sighed and dug his thumbs into the sides of his nose, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair and keeping his head down.

'Goddammit Harry...'

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

@Grec accepted!

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Though Darnies seemed frozen, Chasa realized, he was not actually harmed by the bullet; for that she was eternally grateful, as it would make her side of things much easier. After the twins-Hunter and Being, how disturbing- had run off between the gunshot and policeman running in, and everyone else had made their way in one way or the other, Chasa knelt down carefully and picked Darnies up along with his cane. She shook off the medics that were trying to get to him, simply saying Darnies believed in holistic and herbal healing. When the first medic looked like he wanted to push it, his partner put her hand on his shoulder and shook her head. Chasa gave the Fae woman a thankful smile before heading out the alley. As the policeman that had originally come into the bar let her through, he spoke up, looking unnerved.

"Listen, you're both free to go for now, but you are going to have to come in in the morning and give your statements," he told her, and she gave a small sigh before nodding her assent. "I've been told to leave a car in front of your apartment building to ensure your security, please accept it."

Her Golem half rebelled at the insult to her ability to protect Darnies on her own, before she squashed it down with the reminder that the cop was a mundane and meant it strictly for both of their safety. "Um, yes, thank you," she finally answered, holding the still unresponsive Darnies tighter. His eyes were glazed over she couldn't help her worry. "I really must get him home."
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When she got him back to his apartment, he spoke his first sentence.

"He waited for me to get down," came out in a hoarse whisper so quiet she almost didn't hear it. Her chest ached at how he still didn't let his eyes roam around, leaving them stuck open wide and unseeing.

"Or," her mind betrayed as she got his healing salve, bandages, and tweezers from the plantless pot that he jokingly refers to as his first aid kit. "or he's seeing something you can't."

"Darnies," she began slowly, warily. "What do you mean?"

"He, uh," the boy began waveringly as she plucked the glass from his arm. "I was trying to take a breath," he started over. "I was by the window and trying to breathe because something about that curse Harry used felt... oily almost. I think he may have checked out the darker part of voodoo for at least part of the curse to give me the reaction it did, y'know?" He shook his head as she carefully washed off his arm, nodding her head as he spoke. He was glad she was acting so calm, because he certainly wasn't. "So I had to feel the air on my skin, I hate when someone else's magic blankets mine. I was looking down the alley wall and I saw this guy. He had a hood up and all I could see was him grinning all creepy. Then he put his finger to his lips like he was shushing me and I knew something was wrong and then I saw the metal and I tried to warn everyone but-"

"Darnies! DarnDarn," Chasa soothed as he got worked up, pulling him into a crushing hug now that she could; she'd put the salve on the bandages and wrapped up his arm somewhere during his spiral, so he was all cleaned up. "I don't mean to sound callous, but you've seen people killed before, shot in the same way even," she spoke candidly, thinking of the Hunter's soulless eyes and the hole in between them as Darnies curled up closer to her. She sighed, it looks like she'd be spending the night with the way he was now. "Why did this effect you so much?"

He gave out a harsh laugh. "Usually I'm at least one of the targets," he answered honestly, pretending he didn't see her frown. "It's easy to think 'oh we're all facing death together,' when I'm with other beings or 'this is for what you've done to us,' when I took out the Hunters that had kidnapped me, but I've never been in the same room as a dead Hunter unless I caused it, and I've never been in a place that got shot at without being one of the targets! I don't know how to react to the new situation!" He exclaimed before laughing hysterically, putting his head in his hands. "I've never not been a target, before..."

Chase breathed out a huge amount of air before taking it back in, trying to quell some of the panic she herself had felt when he started to truly explain his reasoning. "We have to go to the station tomorrow morning-or later today, rather," she mumbled, looking at the clock. "I don't know how much you heard back at the police line..." She trailed off as he nodded, scrubbing at his face tiredly. "Ok, then let's get you out of these dirty clothes."

Once they'd both gotten into pajamas, Chasa having run up to her apartment to grab a little bag of what she needed, they both got into his bed and were out like lights.

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Gravette City Police Department, Tuesday, May 19th. 10am.

In Interrogation 1, Randall Harwin was grinning at the one way mirror, hands clenching and unclenching as his only sign of true frustration. He hadn't known a cop was in there, that damn halfbreed that he always sees with the magic wielding boy had been covering him from view! He didn't know there were cops literally around the corner when he'd aimed at the Hunter's head, either, and getting caught wasn't part of the plan. He lifted his hands as high as they could go with the cuffs and dropped them back, hard, onto the table, keeping the manic grin on his face despite the outburst.

The first thing he'd done was say that he wouldn't say anything to anyone but the people that were in the bar. He got a snapped, "Greenfield will deal with you in the morning, now shut the fuck up." from the officer that had given him water after being brought in at around two in the morning. He never meant the detective, of course. He wanted damn near anyone else from that bar, not some mundane who didn't know a thing about the gods! He wanted the gods themselves. He wanted to talk to them, to learn how to kill them. All of them. And when there were no gods left to kill? Then there were no gods left to reject him, and he could return to his family as the true god they should worship; the one that had demolished all the gods so that he could be shunned no more. The rush he got from that thought had him opening his mouth despite previous refusal.

"'And so they were born,'" he recited aloud, calling upon one of his first memories of worship. "'Out of elements and energy, made in forms we could comprehend so that we may worship their greatness in flesh, if only we sought them out. No human compares to our gods on earth, for they are unending and forever reborn.'" he laughed and leaned forward on the table, locking eyes with with one of the people behind the mirror. "I'd like to test the theory of the unending, wouldn't you?"
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At the same time, Darnies and Chasa entered the police station, and despite the May warmth, something made them shiver.

Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Chasa's shoulders were a tense line as the Detective talked to her back. Her muscles strained as her need to protect Darnies fought with his orders to protect someone else. He mentioned cops and she heard Rebecca reply to him but she had zoned in intensely on the main conversation at hand. Knowing that the hunters probably had no bullets to actually kill Darnies did nothing to soothe her nerves over him being in harms way as a whole, after all, she needed to know what was going on. Harry's curse washed over them all and- aside from a small shiver- Chasa couldn't find herself feeling much different. She did notice Darnies shiver and move over to the broken window and breathe deeply as though he was in need of fresh air. She also noticed when he seemed to tense before shouthing, "Down!" and dropping suddenly. The sound of gunfire was when it all went to shit.
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He was furious. Livid. Apoplectic!

Here he was around the corner of the alley that held the window and entrance into his favorite targeting spot and he couldn't even begin his night of observing because some stupid new hunters had waltzed in and caused a standoff with the regular freaks- the ones he doesn't quite know how to kill. Yet.

He felt a possessive rage build in him the longer they were in there. He found this bar, it's his spot to find targets, his! He saw the young magic wielder shift his position closer to the window, and the perfect view it opened up caused a manic grin to spread over the man's face. The kid turned and took a deep breath before looking straight at the man shadowed at the end of the alley and freezing up. The man simply raised his finger to his upturned lips at the same time he raised the gun. He laughed a bit as he watched the kid drop like a rock.

Then he fired.
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If Darnies really though about it, either the Earth or the Fates must really have his ticket ready for something big if they keep putting him through all these trials. When Harry's specific chimera brand of spellwork settled over him, he had shivered at the dark feeling that coated like a second skin. He needed the breeze from the broken window to show he still had proper sensitivity to his skin with the way the foreign magic muted things. Harry's used plenty of magic on him, but this one in particular seemed to bring out an unpleasant feeling that no one else seemed to feel to his extent.

He looked out the window straight across the alley, staring blankly at the other building's wall and trailing towards the mouth of the alley as he breathed. When his eyes reached the end, it only took a split second to register that there was a person staring directly through the bar's open window, his crazed grin the only thing visible of the hooded figure. That is, until his finger went to his lips and something in his hand glinted in the light from the streetlight behind the figure. Darnies's eyes widened and his heart began beating off-kilter.

"Down!" He yelled, dropping to the floor himself with a cry of pain as he jolted his bad knee. He saw Chasa turn around and curl of the detective as the first gunshot rang out. No more came because a second later there were sirens and the squeal of tires. A moment of shouting and an officer ran into the bar, plain-clothes but with his badge on a chain and his gun held facing the ground.

"Where is Detective Greenfield?" The man's gaze shifted passed Chasa as she unfolded from her position over the Detective and he came back into view. The officer kept his face neutral. "Detective, are there more any perps than the guy we caught outside?" He asked while eyeing the weapons in various stages of exposure, especially the blade glinting out of the cane next the boy on the ground below the window.

Darnies was still, eyes locked straight ahead, where the blue lights flashing lit up the bar's dim interior and glinted off the growing pool of dark liquid leaking out of the hole in the Japanese man's corpse.