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Medella Offices

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Prey Tell (Modern Supernaturals and Hunters) STILL ACCEPTING

Everyone alive?

Club Codename

Hope that's good! I typed it on my phone so please tell me if you see any errors that need to be fixed!

Club Codename

Donnie groaned as his alarm brought him back to the land of the living, alerting him to the fact that he had an hour to get ready and get to work. Despite the time that the club opened, Donnie had only just fallen asleep an hour previous; his damnable neighbors had been playing music all night and fighting all morning. Not only had he heard them through the paper-thin apartment wall he shared with them, but the rage the two had been projecting had his head throbbing and his temper shortening. He wasn't close enough to leave any emotional suggestions that would get them to calm down, so he had had to settle with blocking out their thoughts for the slightest bit of relief. They had finally ended it with one of them storming out of the apartment and he'd taken the chance to get a precious hour of sleep before his shift.

His head was still throbbing as he made his way into Club Codename and behind the bar to make sure everything was stocked, clean, and ready for opening. The coffee cup in his hand was already empty and he found himself tipping it back in the pathetic hope of getting even one more drop out of it; his neighbors' emotions may have been out of his system, but he was still nursing the normal headache from their raised voices and the music before that. He sighed when his frown reflected back at him from where he scrubbed a little too hard at the spotless bar.

"God, I really need to move out of that hell hole," Donnie muttered to his own reflection, taking note of the dark spots under his eyes. He had been planning to move out for a while, given that it was the same apartment he'd lived in ever since he got out of prison. He knew that it would be better to get out of the slums and find somewhere closer to his job, but he just didn't know how to look for a nice apartment. Growing up he'd gone from an orphanage to the gang's hideout, then to prison and his shitty little apartment; he wasn't sure he'd even know a good living space if he saw it.

Donnie looked away from the bar top and took a few deep breaths to try and shake off his mood, knowing that if he wasn't in control come opening time it would negatively affect the customers he interacted with. He's always made sure not to let his sour moods leak out, but better safe than sorry; he already saw Mr. Clark with a trainee, and while the man seemed rather immune due to the similarities in their powers, he wasn't sure about the girl, and didn't want to take any risks in finding out. He slowly reeled himself in before putting off a feeling of calm in hopes that it would not only help him truly feel it himself, but also that it would keep any customers around him from getting too rowdy tonight. He was in no shape to deal with anything of the sort, the sleep deprivation chipping away at his usually strong mental walls.

"Really need to move out," he repeated to himself, shaking his head and doing another pointless wipe down of the bar.

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Azeti Medella

Name: Azeti "Azzy" Medella
Age: 28
Appearance:
Nationality: Israeli
Personality: Laid back and amiable, Azzy prefers to not be called 'sir' or 'mr.' He doesn't care about being a superior, and spends more time around the cubicles in the bullpen than in his office. His half-siblings are the best at getting a rise out of him, but he can get more exasperated than anything. He likes to tease and joke around, and tries to keep things light in a workplace that his father puts stress on with his high standards.
History: While Richard Medella was on a business trip to Israel, he came across a young secretary for the company they were to merge with. In the short time he was there, Azeti was conceived. Despite his somewhat harsh nature, Richard decided he would never be one to abandon a woman he'd - in his crude words- knocked up on a trip. He moved the woman into his house in america and soon Azeti was born. He wasn't the only one, though; in his father's trysts around the world, Azeti gained many half siblings who live in the house- mansion- with him, his mother, and their mothers. When he was old enough, he began working for his father's company, as did his younger siblings after him.

Taleitha Manna

Name: Taleitha "Tally" Manna
Age: 28
Appearance:
Nationality: American
Personality: Calm and relaxed, Tally spends more time meditating than actually working. She tries to get the others to meditate as well.
History: Tally grew up in a lower-middle-class family, drowning in both debt and stress. Meditation was the only thing that helped her escape for a while. She grew up at the top of her class every year. She went full ride to a good college; good enough to get her an internship at Medella Industries as soon as she graduated. She quickly made her way to the top floor where she's been working for the past 5 years.

Jonathan Sarco

Name: Jonathan Sarco
Age: 54
Appearance:
Nationality: American
Personality: Cranky and fucking annoying.
History: He's been around since Richard started the company, and by the years he gets more aggravated by the young upstarts who are taking over the top floor that used to be full of men and women his age. He doesn't like them, plain and simple.

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Welcome to Medella Industries! Our main export and production is that of the childproof caps for the medicine bottles at your local pharmacy. We have a 24 floor office building, and each level focuses on a different, less important export; paper, cement, transparency plastic, etc. The very top floor is where all the fun happens. Here, all the half siblings- the children of the owner of Medella Industries- work...or at least pretend to.

Hey! So I originally did this idea with two friends back in highschool and it was a very sitcom-esque type RP. This is going to mostly just be fun, characters poking fun at each other in the office or being in a relationship or- in my case and the case of whoever wants to have a Medella child- typical sibling shenanigans. There will be serious situations and problems in the sense that one of my characters alone is an old asshole who hates everything the office has become and likes to start arguments. You can obviously come up with your own problems as well, but this is meant to be a laid back RP, no heavy angst! This is meant to be an RP you want to come home and type a reply to relax or get a good laugh in.

As You can see by my characters, your character sheets do not need to be extensive, but I do need a picture for the appearance and a few words for their personality and history.

CS:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Nationality(Optional):
Personality:
History:

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I'll start the OOC tomorrow and hopefully we can pull a couple more people in

Medella Offices

@Helios J Mears@Erklings25 you two still with us?

Club Codename

Donnie City

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.