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Call me: Asuras
I like: Urban Fantasy, High Fantasy, Anime Aesthetics
I play: Anything. Mostly women.
I have a long history of GM'ing, perhaps even more than playing. I like art, and I commission a lot. D&D is my life right now.
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Despite being the blood relative of the kid, the elder gentleman seemed far less concerned about his health than Mom was. Nervously standing by, it was clear she was only barely containing panic within her frame. Doc's appearance and reassurance eased her mood however, she visibly relaxed as the biomage set to work.
"Thanks Doc. I'd... not fully considered everyone here. Didn't think to call you for this," she said, biting a nail. The gentleman turned first to End, and then to Warthog as he offered the credsticks. Graciously taking them, he barely gave End another glance as he extended the money for her with an apathetic gesture.
"He got shot," the man answered to Gerard. When the answer's unsatisfactory nature was made known, either through silence or protest, he continued. "The boy's cousin was killed in a driveby the other day. The idiot thought he could do the same... without a car. Soon as he darted off, he got shot in the stomach. He's got vigor to come running back home, I'll give him that." There was a moment of silence as Doc continued, Vivian's game music chiming in the background.
Thanks to the combined swiftness of End's 'generosity' and Doc's expertise, the boy was already mended fairly well, blood no longer spilling from his gut. The gentlemen seemed, then, quite eager to get a move on rather than let him lay on the couch surrounded by strange strangers. For all he knew End would put another bullet in him anyways and demand more. He offered Sabrina a nod in thanks before lifting the kid up by his back and legs, stronger than one might have expected him to be. Before he could make it up the stairs, Mom followed just behind, offering some inaudible words to the man as they both disappeared to the ground floor.
Upon returning, Mom had rid herself of the bloodied apron and walked beside the unstained couch. With a long, drawn out sigh, she flopped upon the flat orange cushions. "I'm quite bad at lifting people," she said with a light smile. Peering out from underneath an arm over her eyes, she began mouthing numbers to herself, counting everyone present.
"...six, seven. Perfect," she said, suddenly sitting up with newfound energy. "Cash sent me a message with a lead on a nightmare. Thinks he may have found one his own crew isn't very well-equipped to handle. More than your common 'ghostly spook'," she explained, referring to the film crew and accompanying mages that spent their time hunting for magical anomalies. Normally what they found were mere 'spirits' -arcane residue of a deceased mage's will. On rare occasions what they found instead was a nightmare, though they of course never called it as such during filming. Such violent encounters were usually reserved for season finales.
"...Though from what it sounds, this isn't a very easy one to find," she said, pulling out a personal device. Scrolling through, she came upon the message from Cash, offering it up to the first person to reach for it.
Mom spoke as whoever continued reading. "It's late tonight, so you should see him tomorrow," she said.
"Thanks Doc. I'd... not fully considered everyone here. Didn't think to call you for this," she said, biting a nail. The gentleman turned first to End, and then to Warthog as he offered the credsticks. Graciously taking them, he barely gave End another glance as he extended the money for her with an apathetic gesture.
"He got shot," the man answered to Gerard. When the answer's unsatisfactory nature was made known, either through silence or protest, he continued. "The boy's cousin was killed in a driveby the other day. The idiot thought he could do the same... without a car. Soon as he darted off, he got shot in the stomach. He's got vigor to come running back home, I'll give him that." There was a moment of silence as Doc continued, Vivian's game music chiming in the background.
Thanks to the combined swiftness of End's 'generosity' and Doc's expertise, the boy was already mended fairly well, blood no longer spilling from his gut. The gentlemen seemed, then, quite eager to get a move on rather than let him lay on the couch surrounded by strange strangers. For all he knew End would put another bullet in him anyways and demand more. He offered Sabrina a nod in thanks before lifting the kid up by his back and legs, stronger than one might have expected him to be. Before he could make it up the stairs, Mom followed just behind, offering some inaudible words to the man as they both disappeared to the ground floor.
Upon returning, Mom had rid herself of the bloodied apron and walked beside the unstained couch. With a long, drawn out sigh, she flopped upon the flat orange cushions. "I'm quite bad at lifting people," she said with a light smile. Peering out from underneath an arm over her eyes, she began mouthing numbers to herself, counting everyone present.
"...six, seven. Perfect," she said, suddenly sitting up with newfound energy. "Cash sent me a message with a lead on a nightmare. Thinks he may have found one his own crew isn't very well-equipped to handle. More than your common 'ghostly spook'," she explained, referring to the film crew and accompanying mages that spent their time hunting for magical anomalies. Normally what they found were mere 'spirits' -arcane residue of a deceased mage's will. On rare occasions what they found instead was a nightmare, though they of course never called it as such during filming. Such violent encounters were usually reserved for season finales.
"...Though from what it sounds, this isn't a very easy one to find," she said, pulling out a personal device. Scrolling through, she came upon the message from Cash, offering it up to the first person to reach for it.
Melanie,
Got a tip on a spirit/nightmare. Sounds like the latter. Crew won't touch this one with a ten-foot pole.
Stats are grim; at least 20 deaths, and all of them were Mobbers. Seems targeted. Can't send any photos because of... shit. You'll have to send your people my way for me to explain.
Mom spoke as whoever continued reading. "It's late tonight, so you should see him tomorrow," she said.
Detailed below are some character impression/relationships that GM NPC's will/might have with player characters. If you would like to touch upon these with more details, over suggestions, alternatives, or simply deny them, let me know!
More to come soon.
As an agent of Magus Prohibitum but nevertheless dedicated Cleaner, Sanction has a professional, almost honorable outlook on RUNNER (@Psyker Landshark). She knows that he is a deserter, but has stated multiple times that she will not turn him in, or otherwise undermine his secrecy. Runner may have a suspicion she doesn't view him favorably, but she interacts with him in a purely neutral manner.
Being a liaison between the two organizations, Sanction is less tolerant than others when it comes to especially dangerous magicks. VOICE (@Jeyma) and END (@ERode) are under her watchful gaze, Voice especially so due to the more blatant nature of her powers. She acts sternly around the two.
Much in the same manner as with Runner, Sanction treats ARSENAL (@Click This) in a strictly professional manner, despite the conflicts with her association to Magus Prohibitum; a sinister protocol for the organization is to capture or otherwise terminate known Naturals, though the reason is unknown even to Sanction. She shows no hostility to Arsenal.
As a fellow bum, Ping would find it easy to make friends with ZER0 (@Skyswimsky). Their more chill nature and dislike of violence would lend well to a lasting friendship, especially when it comes to lazing about the Cafe Thaza beating scrubs over multiplayer.
As a fellow Natural, Ping would find a comfort in the presence of Arsenal (@Click This), though their potential for a stronger friendship is questionable given Arsenal's personality.
Being a girl that strongly values camaraderie, family, and trust, Venge would see WARTHOG (@SilverDawn) as someone to look up to. Warthog is one of the few people Venge doesn't act rudely towards.
For all the Cleaner kids (aka if they're in their 20's or younger), Mom treats them as if they were in her care. She refrains from accidentally making things awkward by assuming total and complete motherly duties, but does her best to keep them on course and "out of the dark" (as far as that's possible in Cleaner society).
More to come soon.
As an agent of Magus Prohibitum but nevertheless dedicated Cleaner, Sanction has a professional, almost honorable outlook on RUNNER (@Psyker Landshark). She knows that he is a deserter, but has stated multiple times that she will not turn him in, or otherwise undermine his secrecy. Runner may have a suspicion she doesn't view him favorably, but she interacts with him in a purely neutral manner.
Being a liaison between the two organizations, Sanction is less tolerant than others when it comes to especially dangerous magicks. VOICE (@Jeyma) and END (@ERode) are under her watchful gaze, Voice especially so due to the more blatant nature of her powers. She acts sternly around the two.
Much in the same manner as with Runner, Sanction treats ARSENAL (@Click This) in a strictly professional manner, despite the conflicts with her association to Magus Prohibitum; a sinister protocol for the organization is to capture or otherwise terminate known Naturals, though the reason is unknown even to Sanction. She shows no hostility to Arsenal.
As a fellow bum, Ping would find it easy to make friends with ZER0 (@Skyswimsky). Their more chill nature and dislike of violence would lend well to a lasting friendship, especially when it comes to lazing about the Cafe Thaza beating scrubs over multiplayer.
As a fellow Natural, Ping would find a comfort in the presence of Arsenal (@Click This), though their potential for a stronger friendship is questionable given Arsenal's personality.
Being a girl that strongly values camaraderie, family, and trust, Venge would see WARTHOG (@SilverDawn) as someone to look up to. Warthog is one of the few people Venge doesn't act rudely towards.
For all the Cleaner kids (aka if they're in their 20's or younger), Mom treats them as if they were in her care. She refrains from accidentally making things awkward by assuming total and complete motherly duties, but does her best to keep them on course and "out of the dark" (as far as that's possible in Cleaner society).
First IC post is up!
For now, this is your character's chance to interact with one another; to create dynamics and test the waters with interactions and dialogue. You're all present at the Cafe Thaza living spaces; whether or not it's where your character lives 24-7 is up to you. It is not required.
For now, this is your character's chance to interact with one another; to create dynamics and test the waters with interactions and dialogue. You're all present at the Cafe Thaza living spaces; whether or not it's where your character lives 24-7 is up to you. It is not required.
==When Trouble Rolled Into Town==
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9 PM.
It was after hours for the public face of Cafe Thaza, but beneath that first floor of sweet aromas and cool, chic furniture was a beating heart that never rested. A heart that accepted the grungy, the beaten, the vanished. Three floors of miraculously well-maintained living space housed over a dozen names whose identities had become the subject of hate, violence, poverty, or worse. There was little natural light that came into it during the daylight hours, and so, even as it transitioned from dawn to dusk, the shaded -oftentimes fully shut- windows offered little clue as to the time of day.
For all of its colorful folk, the living spaces tended to be deathly quiet, broken only by the occasional light conversation of conscious occupants.
...Or the cries that accompanied a grievous wound.
The doors of Cafe Thaza floor B1 were thrown open, as they usually are when someone came in with a gunshot to their stomach. Two individuals carried the wounded man by his legs and arms down the short flight of stairs in the corner of the living room as blood trailed along the clean carpets. Melanie "Mom" Dresdain and an older gentleman whose identity was unknown to those present in the room carried him over to a couch while he groaned in pain, occasionally shrieking as they jostled him just a little too roughly. Time was of the essence.
With nary the energy or will to even curl up on the couch, the wounded young man left his wound for all to see. Mom stepped back, blood staining her apron, while the other man spoke in a hurried, gruff tone. Sunglasses and a fedora obscured much of his face, as did the overcoat he wore.
"Damn idiot," he grumbled, the sound of a smoker's habit clear in his throat, "Fucking thinking you could be a hero. You ain't got the firepower with just two hands, boy."
Mom stayed silent, grimacing at the boy. There was little she could do besides hope; she was no healer, and as much as she'd love for one to fall right into the Cafe's lap, she'd rather spend her breath hoping to win the lottery. A doctor on call would have to do, but that meant waiting for them to show up quickly enough.
"I've probably asked this a thousand times," she said, turning around to face those that had already been in the living room, or wandered in upon hearing the commotion, "but does anyone here know any healing spells? The doctor is... Twenty minutes away." She gazed long and hard at the watch on her wrist, face tightening up as if hoping to convince herself she were exaggerating. The boy continued to groan, unable to retort at his older colleagues musings. Mom huffed to herself in frustration before stomping off to a nearby bathroom, throwing open the mirror cabinet to fish for some wrappings.
The older gentleman took of his hat and held it at his chest, turning to the others gathered.
"Awfully sorry about the trouble. We'll have him out as soon as possible," he said. Putting the hat back on his head, he looked about with a hint of curiosity; a raised eyebrow behind the shaded glasses made it clear.
"What are you all here for? Bad magic?" he asked as Mom returned from the bathroom with a heap of materials. Before anyone could answer the man, she chimed in for them.
"Stuff. Stuff that you don't need to know about. Now how about your grandson?" she said with a twinge of poison in her voice. The two began work on the boy as best they could. No matter how many times a bloodied citizen had come in through those doors, Mom had never truly learned how to work it out on her own. Stress always welled up.
While the injured one had been there for obvious reasons, the others were there for a variety of reasons.
It was a simple decision for those who didn't have a home, or couldn't afford one. A roof over your head that was free and welcoming was nearly impossible to come by. Those children who had been displaced by their past... Blood-stains and traumatic imprisonment barred doors to old homes and locales.
For those that had gotten on the bad side of the law, it was one of the few safehouses they could keep. A traitor of the Magus Prohibitum was unwelcome by both the society and Policus alike. A killing machine no longer wanted by the world was the sweetest of targets for the cities most elite kill squads. For a scientist of boundless imagination, captured on camera at the greatest criminal arcane hotspot... Even walking outside was a risk.
Whatever their background, Cafe Thaza was a haven for them, even if only temporarily.
@Traitor
Some of her personality traits are colored such that you can't read them @-@
Looks good, and is a cool idea. Inspired from Under Night Chaos? I never played him, but I remember him using a book.
I'm going to limit the maximum number of runes the Chaos Code can maintain at any one time to 6, BUT I will simultaneously buff it by allowing it such that she can remove all previously placed runes to activate a rune on any visible surface or object at a range.
Other than that, she looks good to go! Put her in the character tab!
@Psyker Landshark
Badass. Love his background. His chronomancy is a little OP as it is now, but mostly on mediocre mages and below. With Jiangli around, it'll prove a spell that basically makes him invincible against more common/just-above-average mages. With more talented and notable mages, it might not be outright ignored (in the case that a mage immediately establishes a barrier around their PRF to 'push out' chronomancy field effects), but will at least be less potent.
Accepted. Throw him in the brink.
Some of her personality traits are colored such that you can't read them @-@
Looks good, and is a cool idea. Inspired from Under Night Chaos? I never played him, but I remember him using a book.
I'm going to limit the maximum number of runes the Chaos Code can maintain at any one time to 6, BUT I will simultaneously buff it by allowing it such that she can remove all previously placed runes to activate a rune on any visible surface or object at a range.
Other than that, she looks good to go! Put her in the character tab!
@Psyker Landshark
Badass. Love his background. His chronomancy is a little OP as it is now, but mostly on mediocre mages and below. With Jiangli around, it'll prove a spell that basically makes him invincible against more common/just-above-average mages. With more talented and notable mages, it might not be outright ignored (in the case that a mage immediately establishes a barrier around their PRF to 'push out' chronomancy field effects), but will at least be less potent.
Accepted. Throw him in the brink.
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I've only ever watched two animes and only finished one! I don't deserve this! *starts crying*
All jokes aside: I'm considering toning down my character's powers a bit. What do y'all think?
Might be a good idea.
@SilverDawn
Two things:
1) Love the avatar
2) >GirlsxBattle
I played that for all of like 2 days.
BRRRRRRT. Good old freedom farts.
Mass Shift's concept is actually a perfectly sanctioned spell; the utility for industrial work is incredible. Lifting palettes or drums is made so much easier when you can reduce the apparent mass several-fold. So there's no problem there.
Question of curiosity; for what reason did Gerard want to maintain the AUT?
Regardless, he's accepted. Toss him in the character tab!
@Traitor
I'm not going to be closing applications off even once I've started IC, so you have time. Don't sweat it.
Two things:
1) Love the avatar
2) >GirlsxBattle
I played that for all of like 2 days.
BRRRRRRT. Good old freedom farts.
Mass Shift's concept is actually a perfectly sanctioned spell; the utility for industrial work is incredible. Lifting palettes or drums is made so much easier when you can reduce the apparent mass several-fold. So there's no problem there.
Question of curiosity; for what reason did Gerard want to maintain the AUT?
Regardless, he's accepted. Toss him in the character tab!
@Traitor
I'm not going to be closing applications off even once I've started IC, so you have time. Don't sweat it.
Ever since I joined this RP and had to google anime pictures for 20 minutes, so my character would match the others, Google Ads have assaulted me with anime romance advertisements.
For some people, being psycho IS being cute~ Yanderes got quite the following, after all.
It's the devotion that's endearing.
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