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Howdy there! I'm 19 and from Texas, though I'm currently going to college in New York. I've been roleplaying for quite a few years, and prefer casual or advanced roleplays. I'm pretty friendly, so if you want to drop me a message, go ahead. I'm not super-active unless I'm on break, but I'll always get to you when I can.
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Yeah, it makes sense, what with Cassie's general sorta/mostly pacifistic attitude. Makes me wonder which of our characters is gonna crack first... *cue appropriately ominous music*
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Every memory Rowena recovered brought with it far more questions than it answered. For every step that she took towards rediscovering herself, she took another two backwards. The harder she tried to pry into her own history, the foggier it all seemed to get. Just how much was she missing? It seemed easier to list what she did know about herself than what she didn't. Her full name was Rowena Lily Solise. She was twenty-five years old. Judging from her driver's license, she'd lived in Tennessee at some point or another. She currently resided in a one bedroom apartment in the Lower East Side.
Figuring out where she lived was a feat in itself. Most of what she knew that she hadn't been able to figure out from her wallet, she found there. Despite being cramped and in a less-than-ideal space, the apartment was kept meticulously clean. There was an impersonal feel about the place that made Rowena feel even more lost than before, but some snooping in a desk drawer helped her find old paychecks that revealed where she worked; a flower shop in Midtown, and a bar in Hell's Kitchen.
These discoveries had been made a few days before. Through trial and error she figured out which of the dozen or so contacts in her phone were coworkers, and from them she figured out when she was supposed to work and, since then, she'd picked up about where she figured she left off. Coworkers at both jobs seemed suspicious of her somewhat odd behavior, but so far, no one had mentioned it.
Rowena stepped out of the bar and into the chilly winter night. She wore a thick grey coat, but the cold still got to her. She didn't have a high tolerance for lower temperatures, it seemed. Perhaps a sign that she'd grown up in the south? It would make sense, what with her Tennessee license. Those memories, of hazy summer days and laughing and running through wooded pastures with other children would make sense there, wouldn't they? But, what would bring her to New York City?
"Ugh," she groaned under her breath, burrowing her hands deeper into her coat pockets. This was all so frustrating. There were no contacts in her phone with the same last name as her. She had no Facebook. The only memories that she figured could be family were happy ones; so why would she have cut off all contact with them in the first place? The only thing she could remember clearly was the fact that she was a mutant.
Using the plants and soil in her apartment, she tested her abilities. With how unfamiliar most things seemed, they came with a shocking familiarity. Images of herself using her powers flooded in from her memory. It was one of few things that was most definitely, assuredly right in this whole mess. They were why she felt comfortable walking through that area, alone, at such a late hour. Her mind was too absorbed in trying to solve the puzzle that was currently her life for her to really watch where she was going. That was why she accidentally brushed against one of the few other souls on the sidewalk that night.
"Sorry," she went to say over her shoulder. In doing so, she saw the man in earnest, and her eyes widened with a sort of recognition. This man, she definitely knew him. Her brows furrowed. "You," she murmured, more to herself than to him. He was dangerous. Just the sight of him sent adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her mind raced. In her pockets, her hands curled to fists. She had no idea who he was, but the feeling that she had to stop him from... Whatever it was that he was doing was almost overwhelming.
Figuring out where she lived was a feat in itself. Most of what she knew that she hadn't been able to figure out from her wallet, she found there. Despite being cramped and in a less-than-ideal space, the apartment was kept meticulously clean. There was an impersonal feel about the place that made Rowena feel even more lost than before, but some snooping in a desk drawer helped her find old paychecks that revealed where she worked; a flower shop in Midtown, and a bar in Hell's Kitchen.
These discoveries had been made a few days before. Through trial and error she figured out which of the dozen or so contacts in her phone were coworkers, and from them she figured out when she was supposed to work and, since then, she'd picked up about where she figured she left off. Coworkers at both jobs seemed suspicious of her somewhat odd behavior, but so far, no one had mentioned it.
Rowena stepped out of the bar and into the chilly winter night. She wore a thick grey coat, but the cold still got to her. She didn't have a high tolerance for lower temperatures, it seemed. Perhaps a sign that she'd grown up in the south? It would make sense, what with her Tennessee license. Those memories, of hazy summer days and laughing and running through wooded pastures with other children would make sense there, wouldn't they? But, what would bring her to New York City?
"Ugh," she groaned under her breath, burrowing her hands deeper into her coat pockets. This was all so frustrating. There were no contacts in her phone with the same last name as her. She had no Facebook. The only memories that she figured could be family were happy ones; so why would she have cut off all contact with them in the first place? The only thing she could remember clearly was the fact that she was a mutant.
Using the plants and soil in her apartment, she tested her abilities. With how unfamiliar most things seemed, they came with a shocking familiarity. Images of herself using her powers flooded in from her memory. It was one of few things that was most definitely, assuredly right in this whole mess. They were why she felt comfortable walking through that area, alone, at such a late hour. Her mind was too absorbed in trying to solve the puzzle that was currently her life for her to really watch where she was going. That was why she accidentally brushed against one of the few other souls on the sidewalk that night.
"Sorry," she went to say over her shoulder. In doing so, she saw the man in earnest, and her eyes widened with a sort of recognition. This man, she definitely knew him. Her brows furrowed. "You," she murmured, more to herself than to him. He was dangerous. Just the sight of him sent adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her mind raced. In her pockets, her hands curled to fists. She had no idea who he was, but the feeling that she had to stop him from... Whatever it was that he was doing was almost overwhelming.
The presentation done, the assorted criminals began to leave the room, presumably to finish up what business they had left on Cartegena Station before they'd be leaving for good. Saseen was going to do the same, when the drell she'd noticed before started muttering. She only tuned in at the word 'asari' and that was all she heard before the woman fell to the ground, sending her cooler careening under a nearby chair. Saseen stood up and quickly walked over to that side of the table. It was perfectly normal for criminals to ignore each other's plights, so she didn't really blame anyone else in the room for not taking notice. However, she couldn't, in good conscience, do so herself.
She was careful not to make her concern too apparent. Pointing out such a fit in the presence of such a hardened lot would probably do more harm for Darnya than good. She simply retrieved the cooler and replaced it on the table. When it became clear that the drell probably wasn't going to fall again, Saseen gave her an understanding smile and left. She hadn't been around quite enough drell in her life to be familiar with their memory regressions, so she didn't quite know what to make of what she'd seen. If I'm going to be working with two of them, I should probably figure out if... Whatever that was is a normal thing... That was added to her mental list of things to do when she had some time to kill on the extranet.
Her next stop was the shitty motel she'd been holed up in for the past two weeks. The theft of her ship had left her with only the clothes on her back and some credits. New guns and armor were first on her shopping list. After that, she picked up some knickknacks that she saw while out shopping -she was terrible about making impulse purchases- an extra change of clothes, and a bag with an over the shoulder strap to keep it all in. First, Saseen changed into her titan armor. Maybe a firefight wasn't the best way to break in new armor, but it wasn't as if she had much of a choice. She slid her new weapons on and haphazardly folded up her normal outfit and tossed it on the bed. In doing so, she caught a climpse of herself in a floor length mirror on the other side of the small room. She grinned and drew her Phalanx, pointing it at her reflection. I can definitely pass for a mercenary, she decided, pointedly ignoring the fact that she wasn't much different from one in the first place.
Everything that wasn't already in the bag went in and Saseen slung it over her shoulder. She told the disinterested batarian at the front desk that she was checking out, and left without any further ado. Once on the street again, she looked down at her omni-tool. It was one of few things that she'd retained after her ship was stolen. It had no hacking or combat functions, as she wouldn't know how to use the former and believed her biotics to render the latter obsolete, but it could access make calls, send messages, and access the extranet. An engineer friend who'd been on the ship had installed programs that would keep her location from being revealed to anyone who cared to look. The programs weren't infallible, but they'd served well enough for her purposes. Bay E-15, crate number A-129.
Saseen had a quite bite to eat before dropping her bag off in their group's crate. Now there was nothing left to do but wait. She approached Tanya in a rather leisurely manner, considering what they were about to do. "I've built my career on doing stupid things. I'm always ready," she responded pleasantly. "What about you?"
She was careful not to make her concern too apparent. Pointing out such a fit in the presence of such a hardened lot would probably do more harm for Darnya than good. She simply retrieved the cooler and replaced it on the table. When it became clear that the drell probably wasn't going to fall again, Saseen gave her an understanding smile and left. She hadn't been around quite enough drell in her life to be familiar with their memory regressions, so she didn't quite know what to make of what she'd seen. If I'm going to be working with two of them, I should probably figure out if... Whatever that was is a normal thing... That was added to her mental list of things to do when she had some time to kill on the extranet.
Her next stop was the shitty motel she'd been holed up in for the past two weeks. The theft of her ship had left her with only the clothes on her back and some credits. New guns and armor were first on her shopping list. After that, she picked up some knickknacks that she saw while out shopping -she was terrible about making impulse purchases- an extra change of clothes, and a bag with an over the shoulder strap to keep it all in. First, Saseen changed into her titan armor. Maybe a firefight wasn't the best way to break in new armor, but it wasn't as if she had much of a choice. She slid her new weapons on and haphazardly folded up her normal outfit and tossed it on the bed. In doing so, she caught a climpse of herself in a floor length mirror on the other side of the small room. She grinned and drew her Phalanx, pointing it at her reflection. I can definitely pass for a mercenary, she decided, pointedly ignoring the fact that she wasn't much different from one in the first place.
Everything that wasn't already in the bag went in and Saseen slung it over her shoulder. She told the disinterested batarian at the front desk that she was checking out, and left without any further ado. Once on the street again, she looked down at her omni-tool. It was one of few things that she'd retained after her ship was stolen. It had no hacking or combat functions, as she wouldn't know how to use the former and believed her biotics to render the latter obsolete, but it could access make calls, send messages, and access the extranet. An engineer friend who'd been on the ship had installed programs that would keep her location from being revealed to anyone who cared to look. The programs weren't infallible, but they'd served well enough for her purposes. Bay E-15, crate number A-129.
Saseen had a quite bite to eat before dropping her bag off in their group's crate. Now there was nothing left to do but wait. She approached Tanya in a rather leisurely manner, considering what they were about to do. "I've built my career on doing stupid things. I'm always ready," she responded pleasantly. "What about you?"
I plan on posting here in the next day or two! I'm still trying to work out what I want Saseen to do in the bit of downtime... Maybe hassle Darnya...
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10 yrs ago
Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Name: Rowena Solise
Age: 25
Powers: Rowena's original abilities were simply chlorokinesis and geokinesis; that is, manipulation of plants and of earth, respectively. The main limitation of these powers was that she could not do any moving or lifting that she would have been unable to do with her own physical strength. When she became Famine, the strength of her powers were increased more than a hundredfold. Beyond that, she was also granted super strength, and the ability to grow her plants directly from her body. After the fall of Apocalypse, her geokinesis, chlorokinesis, and strength returned to normal. She's retained the ability to form very limited plant mass from her hands.
Info: Rowena Solise's mutant powers manifested at a very early age, though they only became particularly strong when she entered her late teens. She always found herself drawn into conflict, usually by virtue of her combined sense of justice and strong penchant for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. More than once she also threw her lot in with people, often mutants, in need of aid. As Famine, she destroyed farmlands across South America, and nearly did the same in North America. She remembers very little from before she awoke several hours after the defeat of Apocalypse and his horsemen.
So, you still with us, Alli?
A blush overtook Sahara's face as the newly awakened Dallas addressed her before anyone else. Her eyes dropped to the ground. She was most certainly not worthy of being the first in this room full of what she assumed to be his friends, and particularly his mother. She muttered a response that would be unintelligible even to the most acute ears. After the amount of time that ha passed since their last interaction, she'd been worried that he wouldn't remember her name to begin with.
He surprised her again by by hugging his worrying mother. The Dallas she'd known rarely showed affection, and had always hinted to having, at best, a strained relationship with his mother. She watched out of her periphery vision, still unwilling to look up completely.After that, he confirmed her theory that at least one of those present was a stranger, which actually made her feel a little better about being there in the first place.
A loud popping noise from some place outside the hospital sounded, nearly shocking the young woman out of her seat. She ducked her head and covered her ears, fully expecting the glass behind her to shatter in from the impact of whatever had exploded out there. What was happening? Had a bomb been set off? Did a gas line explode? There were plenty of things that could make such a loud noise, and none of them were good.
Her mind went immediately to her mother, currently at work somewhere in the middle of town. Her survival instinct told her to stay put. Unless the town was actually under attack, the hospital was probably the safest place to be. That was one of several reasons why she questioned the judgement of Dallas, who was now trying to get out of bed. She swallowed her nerves, stood, and took a step towards his bed. "D-Dallas, you really should stay in bed until the d-doctors can check on you," She said urgently, all in one breath.
He surprised her again by by hugging his worrying mother. The Dallas she'd known rarely showed affection, and had always hinted to having, at best, a strained relationship with his mother. She watched out of her periphery vision, still unwilling to look up completely.After that, he confirmed her theory that at least one of those present was a stranger, which actually made her feel a little better about being there in the first place.
A loud popping noise from some place outside the hospital sounded, nearly shocking the young woman out of her seat. She ducked her head and covered her ears, fully expecting the glass behind her to shatter in from the impact of whatever had exploded out there. What was happening? Had a bomb been set off? Did a gas line explode? There were plenty of things that could make such a loud noise, and none of them were good.
Her mind went immediately to her mother, currently at work somewhere in the middle of town. Her survival instinct told her to stay put. Unless the town was actually under attack, the hospital was probably the safest place to be. That was one of several reasons why she questioned the judgement of Dallas, who was now trying to get out of bed. She swallowed her nerves, stood, and took a step towards his bed. "D-Dallas, you really should stay in bed until the d-doctors can check on you," She said urgently, all in one breath.
Haha, I concur with Terminal that Ax's books are among the best. I can't really decide from among them, though. My absolute favorite is probably the Hork-Bajir Chronicles. I loooved getting to learn more about them. The seventh book will always hold a special place in my heart, though, because it was the first one I read.
Graduate school? What are you studying, Deds?
Graduate school? What are you studying, Deds?
It didn't take much to impress Saseen. A solid plan with the promise of adventure, presented with just a hint of bravado; it was more than enough to reel her in. She made no effort to hide her interest in Tanya's pitch, listening with clear interest and occasionally smiling and nodding. From the line "steal that fucking ship," they had her hooked. The chance to have a state of the art Corvette, manned by some of the most competent criminals in the galaxy, working together to bring down the pain in their collective sides? They couldn't keep Saseen away. Sure, at the back of her mind, she knew that it wouldn't actually be her ship, but that was a tiny issue she could worry about later.
The population of the room grew smaller as the speech went on. A hunched, sickly looking turian was the first to throw his lot in with the two in front. At first Saseen was rather skeptical, but even she'd heard the name 'Sleuth'. Seeing as how she was hardly in the information business, that was enough for her to be impressed. He requested that someone help to escort him, and somebody else take his things to the hangar. Saseen considered filling the latter request, as she definitely knew that she wanted to be in the hangar when the shit hit the fan. Additionally, she believed that she was the resident expert on boarding hostile ships.
The drell at the front, silent until then, spoke up to add a bit of oddly phrased motivation. She hadn't noticed his regression before; she'd been too focused on Tanya, and she wasn't exactly the observant sort to begin with. But she did notice that he was definitely the quiet sort. Not the kind of person she worked best with, if only because they were so opposite to her in personality, but if he worked well with someone like Tanya -who Saseen thus far judged to be rather similar to herself in temperament- maybe they could get along, too. Her first instinct was to volunteer herself for escorting the batarian, but he was probably right when he said that his captors should be human.
The others around the table volunteered themselves for various jobs. The female drell whom Saseen had taken a slight interest in earlier explained her motivations and then placed a cooler that apparently held three-fourths of a set of krogan balls on the table, offering them to the rest of he group. Saseen smiled at her. Poor kid, she thought. And she thought that her vendetta against Siame was personal. The same seemed to go for the quarian doctor. These observations made her feel better about the whole thing. The more reasons a comrade had to watch her back beyond credits, the better.
Realizing that she was one of the last among those who'd remained in the room to stay quiet, the asari spoke up. "You lot can call me Captain Zheene! Well, maybe not 'captain' anymore, since I'm out a ship and a crew," she shrugged, as if that were only a small setback to her pirating ways, "But hey, with any luck, we'll have a shiny new ship soon enough. I'm a biotic, and with my experience, I think I'd do best with the boarding party."
The population of the room grew smaller as the speech went on. A hunched, sickly looking turian was the first to throw his lot in with the two in front. At first Saseen was rather skeptical, but even she'd heard the name 'Sleuth'. Seeing as how she was hardly in the information business, that was enough for her to be impressed. He requested that someone help to escort him, and somebody else take his things to the hangar. Saseen considered filling the latter request, as she definitely knew that she wanted to be in the hangar when the shit hit the fan. Additionally, she believed that she was the resident expert on boarding hostile ships.
The drell at the front, silent until then, spoke up to add a bit of oddly phrased motivation. She hadn't noticed his regression before; she'd been too focused on Tanya, and she wasn't exactly the observant sort to begin with. But she did notice that he was definitely the quiet sort. Not the kind of person she worked best with, if only because they were so opposite to her in personality, but if he worked well with someone like Tanya -who Saseen thus far judged to be rather similar to herself in temperament- maybe they could get along, too. Her first instinct was to volunteer herself for escorting the batarian, but he was probably right when he said that his captors should be human.
The others around the table volunteered themselves for various jobs. The female drell whom Saseen had taken a slight interest in earlier explained her motivations and then placed a cooler that apparently held three-fourths of a set of krogan balls on the table, offering them to the rest of he group. Saseen smiled at her. Poor kid, she thought. And she thought that her vendetta against Siame was personal. The same seemed to go for the quarian doctor. These observations made her feel better about the whole thing. The more reasons a comrade had to watch her back beyond credits, the better.
Realizing that she was one of the last among those who'd remained in the room to stay quiet, the asari spoke up. "You lot can call me Captain Zheene! Well, maybe not 'captain' anymore, since I'm out a ship and a crew," she shrugged, as if that were only a small setback to her pirating ways, "But hey, with any luck, we'll have a shiny new ship soon enough. I'm a biotic, and with my experience, I think I'd do best with the boarding party."
So, question for everybody! Just to keep the OOC active, even if the IC isn't. What's your favorite book in the series?
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