Azaria Blue

Give me coffee, give me tea, give me beer, all these things and a computer makes me a happy little writer.

Welcome to the guild! I'll double up on that tea request.

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Also, hello there old friend.
@ArenaSnow

Married to New Earth (A Post-Apocalyptic RP With a Sci-fi Penal Colony Twist)

I'm loving this! I've never been too awesome at war-based RP's but once I know how the fighting will work, I'll have a better say on if I'll be up to par or not.

Also, I found a few bloops for you (in editing, 4 eyes are better than two :P)

...night-crawlers are ghastly pale, though vitamin C deficiency is avoided...
-Vitamin D is what you're thinking of here, it's what people get from the sun.

...animal they are short of, someone is execution on the spot. For this...
-Someone is executed* on the spot.

:) That's all I found, at least.

Edit: Almost forgot, I'd be interested in a Mastermind plot. Specifically science.

A Thanksgiving Mystery RP

I'm surprised that nobody is interested actually, it seemed like a fun idea.

The Turkey was Pardoned

Mr.Example Man McDetective

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Gender: All
Age: Ageless
Personality: God (+5 Clues +5 Guilt +5 Info +5 Luck)

Appearance:

Well, he's shadowy. And very detective.

Background:

He was made of dust. For this section and all sections, you can be as specific or general as you want as long as you have the basic requirements.

Items:

• Notebook
• Pen
• Magnifying glass
• Watch

(^ All will have the above)

Roleplay example:

Talk about what you were doing when you got the call and your reaction to meeting the other detectives here.

The Turkey was Pardoned

The Turkey was Pardoned

_{Part I of The Private I's}

A simple beginning to a little series I want to start. I am wanting to have these quick, tabletop-esque challenges with different groups of people solving mysteries. I hope it becomes a fun thing. I'm aiming for a new one each month.



To the interest check.
And here is the dice roller.

Floor Plans

Floor 1

Floor 2

Family Tree

Traits

Traits are personality traits that affect how you deal with the case.

Luck: I will roll every round and see if someone finds something by chance. 1-3 does nothing, 4 is a small hint, 5 is a bigger one, 6 is a great hint
Clues: When you study something some things will give you more hints and others will give you less. If you have a strong ability to pick through things you can read more through a hint.
Guilt: You make people feel uncomfortable so you guilt them into saying things or blaming people. If you get more than 7 when asking the murderer they will confess.
Info: This is the information that people give you when they ask questions. Some are more willing to give information and they will feel more comfortable sharing around someone who seems to care.

You may choose one personality that gives you a bonus in one area and hinders you in another or you can have an even amount for all traits.

Watson: 1 point in all traits

Observant: +1 Clues -1 Luck
Lucky: +1 Luck -1 Clues
Listener: +1 Info -1 Guilt
Pressure: +1 Guilt -1 Info

Bad cop: +2 Guilt -1 Info -1 Luck
Good cop: +2 Info -1 Guilt -1 Clues
Sherlock: +2 Clues -1 Info -1 Luck
Leprechaun: +2 Luck -1 Guilt -1 Clues

Fluff

Lucy looks out the car window as they drive down the bumpy, gravel road. Her Uncle Richard had invited them all over for a Thanksgiving meal, as he did every year. They passed under an archway with the family name "Williams," it was her grandpa's last name. The whole family gathered every year at his mansion, exchanging stories and speaking of Christmas plans. Every aunt, uncle, grand, great-grand, and cousin gathered together for a feast. Lucy spent her time with the other kids in one of the many rooms, they all had brought their toys and spent the day playing and screaming for parents when someone did something wrong.



Finally, there was a bell ringing. Parents began calling for kids and everybody raced to the dining room. There was a long table with a table runner down the middle, candles and flowers gathering in the middle of it with leaves under it. There were piles of fruit and pumpkins in the middle, bright red apples and deep purple grapes, and the table was set with several forks and knives and spoons and even multiple glasses. Uncle Richard stood at the head of the table and clapped his hands together once, smiling brightly as he spoke, "Alright everybody! I wanted to gather everyone together to talk, perhaps discuss what we're thankful for. Then, we shall sit and have a small appetiser. In about an hour the meal will be served. You all may wander in this time, but don't blame me if the best cuts are taken before you return!" He chuckles heartily and took a seat, followed by the continuation of chatting as people pulled their chairs out and followed along.



Lucy's mother leant down and pulled her chair out for her, kissing her on the head as she pushed it in. To her left was her mother, and then her dad. She looked around as servants came in behind everybody and laid silver dishes on the table. Once it was laid out, they lifted the cover to reveal crunchy crackers covered with cheeses and spices, rolls with filling and a toothpick through them, figs peeled beautifully with other bits of fruit in them and much more. The plates were picked up and passed down, the servants helping to make sure everything was passed to everyone. Lucy grabbed a few things as they were passed in front of her face, deep smells filling her nose.



After drinks and merry chatter filled the room people began to leave the room and hang out in the parlour or drawing room. Many took their drinks with them, and some would pop in to get a fill up every now and then. The kids ended up going out the the back garden, even if it was a bit bare there were some plants left to hide behind. Once again, they heard the clanging of the dinner bell and conversation flooded the dining room once again. Everybody cluttered inside, standing around their chairs with heavy laughter. They had new plates and glasses as well as even more silverware and a cup for tea or coffee. Some took their places while others loitered in the doorway. The servants carried on, setting all of the different sized silver platters with large domes. There were two that were especially large, which must have been the ham and turkey. Gravy boats and sauces gathered on the table. The smell of sagey turkey, sweet cranberries and savory gratin pulled everyone to the table, eagerly sitting to await the food. The chatter was loud as ever until people began looking around for missing people, "Where's grandpa Williams?" they'd ask a moment before he popped in, leaning on his cane. "Margaret?" she piped from the other side of the table, "I'm down here!" followed by laughter. Finally everyone had been accounted for, save uncle Richard.



After a few minutes of waiting, grandpa Williams called out, "I say we go ahead and eat," with aunt Tracy's reply, "He was just taking a call, shall I go fetch him from the office?" and murmers filled the room. A servant spoke as she entered the dining room from the kitchen, sweat running down her forehead, "Master Richard told us to begin at one o'clock even if he didn't return," which was followed by cheers. Everybody peered as the other servants filled the room, looking equally exhausted, and lifted the silver domes. They practically drooled as the smels wafted from the steaming plates, it was difficult to wait.

Finally, two servants leaned over the table each grabbing one of the large domes. Everybody watched, waiting for the moment to cheer. They lifted them up and a cheer exploded, but wore off. The servant holding one of the domes screamed and dropped the lid, letting it crash onto the table with a clang, the other looking over at her with wide eyes and gasping. Some gasps could be heard through the mix and quickly a scream could be heard, followed by scooting of chairs and a glass being dropped and shattering. There was a dumbfounded silence for a moment as they all peered down.

Greusome

In place of the turkey was dear uncle Richard's head. His face rested in unmoving form, there was even garland with blood clotting in it from the severed neck. More screams broke out, followed by shouting and loud chatter. Some stared in disbeleif, others wretched into the floor. Some screamed and some paced the room. Lucy's father stood, "Alright everyone! Calm down! Listen," the sounds lowered a bit, "I said listen!" a hush fell over the crowd, he stood on a chair and adjusted his glasses. "Joe, secure the doors, make sure nobody leaves. Stacy, take account for all the kitchen staff. I'll call 911 and somebody get the kids out of here." he looked down at Lucy and patted her head. There was a shuffling and everybody began covering their stations, all except Tracy who wept on the table, her head in her own plate. Soon Lucy was shooed away by her mom, as well as other parents gathering their children.

You get a call from the police department at about 14:00. Apparently, there's been a murder, and while most would say "Of Thanksgiving of all days!" you know that many murders happen on holidays. You're forced to leave your plans (Or lack thereof) and are called to the crime scene. When you arrive at the ritzy mansion you realise that there are other detectives from your company as well. The police finish taping off the lot and come over to you.

A grumpy-looking chubby officer steps forward with his hands on his hips, obviously a dad that had been interrupted from a family dinner. "We weren't expecting so many of you to show up...that's why we called you all in. I trust that you guys can take care of the rest of this...Everyone on the scene is inside still. I'll have a few boys posted outside to make sure nobody enters or leaves," he plops a heavy stack of papers in your arms, "If you need anything, just call. I'll leave the paperwork up to you guys. Have a happy Thanksgiving," he turns and leaves with most of the squad. Two cop cars are parked outside, each with two people inside.



A female police officer steps out of one of the cars, "I'm Officer Hamilton. Come on, I'll show you where it all is," she leads the group inside, through the large entrance hall. She leads you to the reception room where the family sits, tearful and frightened. There's a single, young police officer sitting in a chair and reading the newspaper. He looks up when the group enters, "Finally, I've been posted here an hour. The crying starts to get really...um..." he focuses his attention toward the group, "Why are there so many private I's here?" he gives an unsure look.

Officer Hamilton puts her hands on her hips, "I'm not taking your post, Chris," he seemed to groan internally at this, "And apparently this case is a difficult one. Cheif is giving all bragging rights and probably making a go-to out of whoever cracks it," she grins back at the group.
"Difficult?" Chris scoffs, "It's easy I say. The maid brought his head on a platter, it's pretty obvious," he shook his head. Hamilton tut-tuts at him, "That will be for them to decide. Now, back to your post." he shuffles his way back into a chair and picks up his paper again.

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The roleplay will work a bit like a game of clue. You go around and look at things and at the end of each turn you will make one action, of which I give to you in a PM. You work your reaction into your next post as well as filling in conversation from it. You can make the information public to others or trade it but essentially you're trying to solve it first. I'm expecting it to be a quick one and short posts. You can deviate as much as you'd like. You can sleep with one of the family members for all I care. (Every GM knows the type of player I mean :P )

Goals

_{Goals and info from them will be given to all investigators.}

Find the body - 20 Points
Find suspects and motivation / alibi - 5 Points
Identify cause of death - 15 Points
Find culprit/s - 25 Points
Arrest culprit/s - 50 Points
Find murder weapon - 20 Points
Give reason, how etc - 20 Points

Actions

You may do one action each turn. You can write through the fluff of other things to find out in general questions and group conversations but you will have one action during this. I will PM you the results of your action, it will be your clue.

• Observe room - Look at the larger view of the room
• Observe object/person - Look in detail at an object
• Speak with person - Get information by talking to someone
• Research - Go into your database (For example to see history for someone)
• Other - It would take all day to list all of the things, but those are the main ones.

A Thanksgiving Mystery RP

Lucy looks out the car window as they drive down the bumpy, gravel road. Her Uncle Richard had invited them all over for a Thanksgiving meal, as he did every year. They passed under an archway with the family name "Williams," it was her grandpa's last name. The whole family gathered every year at his mansion, exchanging stories and speaking of Christmas plans. Every aunt, uncle, grand, great-grand, and cousin gathered together for a feast. Lucy spent her time with the other kids in one of the many rooms, they all had brought their toys and spent the day playing and screaming for parents when someone did something wrong.



Finally, there was a bell ringing. Parents began calling for kids and everybody raced to the dining room. There was a long table with a table runner down the middle, candles and flowers gathering in the middle of it with leaves under it. There were piles of fruit and pumpkins in the middle, bright red apples and deep purple grapes, and the table was set with several forks and knives and spoons and even multiple glasses. Uncle Richard stood at the head of the table and clapped his hands together once, smiling brightly as he spoke, "Alright everybody! I wanted to gather everyone together to talk, perhaps discuss what we're thankful for. Then, we shall sit and have a small appetiser. In about an hour the meal will be served. You all may wander in this time, but don't blame me if the best cuts are taken before you return!" He chuckles heartily and took a seat, followed by the continuation of chatting as people pulled their chairs out and followed along.



Lucy's mother leant down and pulled her chair out for her, kissing her on the head as she pushed it in. To her left was her mother, and then her dad. She looked around as servants came in behind everybody and laid silver dishes on the table. Once it was laid out, they lifted the cover to reveal crunchy crackers covered with cheeses and spices, rolls with filling and a toothpick through them, figs peeled beautifully with other bits of fruit in them and much more. The plates were picked up and passed down, the servants helping to make sure everything was passed to everyone. Lucy grabbed a few things as they were passed in front of her face, deep smells filling her nose.



After drinks and merry chatter filled the room people began to leave the room and hang out in the parlour or drawing room. Many took their drinks with them, and some would pop in to get a fill up every now and then. The kids ended up going out the the back garden, even if it was a bit bare there were some plants left to hide behind. Once again, they heard the clanging of the dinner bell and conversation flooded the dining room once again. Everybody cluttered inside, standing around their chairs with heavy laughter. They had new plates and glasses as well as even more silverware and a cup for tea or coffee. Some took their places while others loitered in the doorway. The servants carried on, setting all of the different sized silver platters with large domes. There were two that were especially large, which must have been the ham and turkey. Gravy boats and sauces gathered on the table. The smell of sagey turkey, sweet cranberries and savory gratin pulled everyone to the table, eagerly sitting to await the food. The chatter was loud as ever until people began looking around for missing people, "Where's grandpa Williams?" they'd ask a moment before he popped in, leaning on his cane. "Margaret?" she piped from the other side of the table, "I'm down here!" followed by laughter. Finally everyone had been accounted for, save uncle Richard.



After a few minutes of waiting, grandpa Williams called out, "I say we go ahead and eat," with aunt Tracy's reply, "He was just taking a call, shall I go fetch him from the office?" and murmers filled the room. A servant spoke as she entered the dining room from the kitchen, sweat running down her forehead, "Master Richard told us to begin at one o'clock even if he didn't return," which was followed by cheers. Everybody peered as the other servants filled the room, looking equally exhausted, and lifted the silver domes. They practically drooled as the smels wafted from the steaming plates, it was difficult to wait.

Finally, two servants leaned over the table each grabbing one of the large domes. Everybody watched, waiting for the moment to cheer. They lifted them up and a cheer exploded, but wore off. The servant holding one of the domes screamed and dropped the lid, letting it crash onto the table with a clang, the other looking over at her with wide eyes and gasping. Some gasps could be heard through the mix and quickly a scream could be heard, followed by scooting of chairs and a glass being dropped and shattering. There was a dumbfounded silence for a moment as they all peered down.

Greusome

In place of the turkey was dear uncle Richard's head. His face rested in unmoving form, there was even garland with blood clotting in it from the severed neck. More screams broke out, followed by shouting and loud chatter. Some stared in disbeleif, others wretched into the floor. Some screamed and some paced the room. Lucy's father stood, "Alright everyone! Calm down! Listen," the sounds lowered a bit, "I said listen!" a hush fell over the crowd, he stood on a chair and adjusted his glasses. "Joe, secure the doors, make sure nobody leaves. Stacy, take account for all the kitchen staff. I'll call 911 and somebody get the kids out of here." he looked down at Lucy and patted her head. There was a shuffling and everybody began covering their stations, all except Tracy who wept on the table, her head in her own plate. Soon Lucy was shooed away by her mom, as well as other parents gathering their children.

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This is where you come in. In a clue-inspired way each detective will come in and look for clues. I want to see how many are interested before I finish designing sheets and such. I'm looking for 2-5 players. OOC is here.

{Dystopian Sci-fi} Soldiers of Fortune |SoF| {open}

Ouch, didn't mean to ghost. Was just waiting for a good situation to pop in on :/

I do have a suggestion though: a quest. As it is now people are just kinda running around with no reason really. Give something specific to go after. Maybe they're going to infiltrate a building, perhaps a revolution breaks out, or maybe they start rounding up people or an adventure to get an item. I don't know, just a suggestion ^_^

{Dystopian Sci-fi} Soldiers of Fortune |SoF| {open}

Onathe

Name: Onathe “Webb” Chains
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Gender: Feminine pronouns
Notoriety 0? Suggestion?
Appearance: Onathe is a tall, athletic woman, being around 175 centimeters plus heels. Due to her cult’s organization’s standards, no modifications are allowed. So, all modifications must be invisible or easily covered by clothes. Their victorian style makes concealment much easier, as bulky and gaudily patterned clothes can conceal or distract from most modifications and small weapons. The group also obsesses over the colour red, claiming things about blood of humanity and life is in blood so red is a common theme. Red-headed children are seen as nearly prophet-like.

Dress Examples

Onathe’s usual dress during services or “evangelizing”



Common for children to wear cloaks- it is said that it “Preserves their purity”

Ceremonial Garb

Personality:

Cunning – Manipulative – Prepared – Brooding

Bio:

“I am a member of the Gentleman Bastards, a group that emphasises on the separation of man and machine. We have our quarters in one of the larger cities and have purposely chosen an Olden Temple from the old world with the old style. The building is from just before the 2000’s era began and is gracefully adorned with windows made of actual fired glass. We spend our days outside of our temple with handwritten signs held above our heads to preach of how humans must remain humans and machines remain machines. We speak about history, generations, nature’s intent - blah blah blah you get the gist.

The more the others assume we’re stupid, the more they argue with us, the more fallible our arguments the better. We want them to hate us. It’s this hatred that bands them together, that makes them defend their people, to think of it as ‘us vs them.’ It’s this conflict that keeps the peace, and Europa knows that. Why do you think they let us keep our temple, even though it takes up valuable space? They encourage small, extremist groups that keep the opinion unpopular and give it a negative connotation. When people look at us they see what they don’t want to be, and that’s more powerful than any advertisement. Do you really think that if we were a threat, they’d think for a moment before tearing our temple down? That’s the plan, anyway.

So long as they’re distracted with the outside, they won't bother to look inside. The bigger and messier the distraction the better. Riots are good, military action is better. If we manage to get enough opposition from the community that they threaten our lives, it’s the perfect position for us.

You see, the Gentleman Bastards existed long ago as well. They were a group that took orphans and turned them into espionage professionals. Some of the biggest government takedowns were planned by this group. Why, they managed to take down an entire district with nothing more than human fire-”

”Hey, that was an accident-”
“Shut up, arso, I’m telling a story,”

“Well, we decided to bring back the society and make it more modern to fit our needs. Sure, on the surface we have crazy ideals and dress in ancient fashions as we preach about times before robotics but once you go deeper the secret society begins to reveal itself. Much like an ode to the original, we take in orphans and unwanted members of society. We feed them, clothe them, educate them. The children know nothing of our workings and are used for begging - mostly to further the idea that we are a waste of space that is useless. They do our errands and put a sweet face on the front lines, people usually feel sorry for our “brainwashed” youth.

When we notice that a child is particularly rebellious, or that to meet their begging quotas they will pickpocket instead, our interest turns to them. We begin to condition them, test them to see their cunning. It’s a difficult balance, measuring when a bright child is ready for transition as they usually disagree with what we preach. Why for some it’s younger or older, it just depends on-”

”Get on with it,”

Basically, we train them to become spies, silent killers of the night hiding in plain sight. We teach the young ones ancient methods like karate, show them how to disarm and distract. After initiation, teenagers go through the most rigorous training, as it involves real-life, low-level missions. Many are caught and punished or even killed, which just furthers public thought that our little cult messes with their minds and causes them to act out of extreme defiance to rebel against us. But, those who make it to adulthood are some of the most powerful influences of underground movements.

Even if the reach of a movement is wide, they may not even know that they are dealing with the Bastards. Maybe they get sensitive information, or a grid goes down just as they need it. Many of these “coincidences” were planned and carried out by our team. We have members in nearly every part of society or group. If any of our agents are caught, it’s nearly impossible to trace them back to our little temple - we get a lot of inspiration from mobs in the olden days and are perhaps even better at covering our tracks. We are nonpartisan, only looking out for our own agenda. Sometimes it helps us to aid some people and sometimes it helps us to deter them. I digress.

”Hell yeah, you do…”
“Nobody asked you,”

And that’s who I am. An unwanted orphan, trained to be a skilled assassin. Any other defining factors have been erased, for the good of our cause.

”Should I tell them about what’s under the temple?”
“Headquarters. HQ is under the different temples. Was it not obvious?
“People are stupid,”
“Speak for yourself.”

“And that’s Locke Lamora. Well, what’s left of him anyway. He has no human left in him, no heart, no organs, no anything. But, to be fair he didn’t start out with a heart,”

“Oh, I assure you I have one organ left…”
“Grow up, you’re like centuries old,”
“You’re not my mom!”
“You’re right, you’d be much smarter if I were,”
District: We at the Gentleman Bastards deny the numerical system of districts. (DST-5-WEST)
Weapon(s): Small but sharp knives shoved into wherever her outfit allows.

Electric scrambler, can fry some mechanics and stun humans. Black metal with tiny hooks about the size of a pack of cards, will stick to things using the van der waals effect. Must enter code and number of volts/amps. One charge lasts 5-10 uses, depending on strength.

Uses snipers on occasion.
Armour: Close to clear, thin nano armour. Not incredibly strong but flexes like spandex and is puncture resistant.
Cybernetics: Onathe is a bit peculiar about her cybernetics. Using their own black market-type of surgeries Onathe has opted for nanos that are in her blood and inserted into bones, making healing a bit quicker. She also has a filter down her throat, right before her lungs that filter out anything that might harm them (this is replaced whenever heavily used-for example being exposed to thick smoke). She can’t breathe water but if water does get down her throat it stops-making drowning a little more survivable.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other: EMPs, signal blockers, biological weapons, and electrothermal items can be found in headquarters but you must get strict orders to use them, when where and why so she knows how to use them. But, if she uses them without permission it means termination. And not just of contract.

{Dystopian Sci-fi} Soldiers of Fortune |SoF| {open}

Now that I've read the IC and skimmed the characters and OOC I've kind of ran with an idea. Hope it's alright.

Also what notoriety would someone who works for their own interests have? The point is sort of that it's not traceable to her as well.

Onathe

Name: Onathe “Webb” Chains
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Gender: Feminine pronouns
Notoriety 0? Suggestion?
Appearance: Onathe is a tall, athletic woman, being around 175 centimeters plus heels. Due to her cult’s organization’s standards, no modifications are allowed. So, all modifications must be invisible or easily covered by clothes. Their victorian style makes concealment much easier, as bulky and gaudily patterned clothes can conceal or distract from most modifications and small weapons. The group also obsesses over the colour red, claiming things about blood of humanity and life is in blood so red is a common theme. Red-headed children are seen as nearly prophet-like.

Dress Examples

Onathe’s usual dress during services or “evangelizing”



Common for children to wear cloaks- it is said that it “Preserves their purity”

Ceremonial Garb

Personality:

Cunning – Manipulative – Prepared – Brooding

Bio:

“I am a member of the Gentleman Bastards, a group that emphasises on the separation of man and machine. We have our quarters in one of the larger cities and have purposely chosen an Olden Temple from the old world with the old style. The building is from just before the 2000’s era began and is gracefully adorned with windows made of actual fired glass. We spend our days outside of our temple with handwritten signs held above our heads to preach of how humans must remain humans and machines remain machines. We speak about history, generations, nature’s intent - blah blah blah you get the gist.

The more the others assume we’re stupid, the more they argue with us, the more fallible our arguments the better. We want them to hate us. It’s this hatred that bands them together, that makes them defend their people, to think of it as ‘us vs them.’ It’s this conflict that keeps the peace, and Europa knows that. Why do you think they let us keep our temple, even though it takes up valuable space? They encourage small, extremist groups that keep the opinion unpopular and give it a negative connotation. When people look at us they see what they don’t want to be, and that’s more powerful than any advertisement. Do you really think that if we were a threat, they’d think for a moment before tearing our temple down? That’s the plan, anyway.

So long as they’re distracted with the outside, they won't bother to look inside. The bigger and messier the distraction the better. Riots are good, military action is better. If we manage to get enough opposition from the community that they threaten our lives, it’s the perfect position for us.

You see, the Gentleman Bastards existed long ago as well. They were a group that took orphans and turned them into espionage professionals. Some of the biggest government takedowns were planned by this group. Why, they managed to take down an entire district with nothing more than human fire-”

”Hey, that was an accident-”
“Shut up, arso, I’m telling a story,”

“Well, we decided to bring back the society and make it more modern to fit our needs. Sure, on the surface we have crazy ideals and dress in ancient fashions as we preach about times before robotics but once you go deeper the secret society begins to reveal itself. Much like an ode to the original, we take in orphans and unwanted members of society. We feed them, clothe them, educate them. The children know nothing of our workings and are used for begging - mostly to further the idea that we are a waste of space that is useless. They do our errands and put a sweet face on the front lines, people usually feel sorry for our “brainwashed” youth.

When we notice that a child is particularly rebellious, or that to meet their begging quotas they will pickpocket instead, our interest turns to them. We begin to condition them, test them to see their cunning. It’s a difficult balance, measuring when a bright child is ready for transition as they usually disagree with what we preach. Why for some it’s younger or older, it just depends on-”

”Get on with it,”

Basically, we train them to become spies, silent killers of the night hiding in plain sight. We teach the young ones ancient methods like karate, show them how to disarm and distract. After initiation, teenagers go through the most rigorous training, as it involves real-life, low-level missions. Many are caught and punished or even killed, which just furthers public thought that our little cult messes with their minds and causes them to act out of extreme defiance to rebel against us. But, those who make it to adulthood are some of the most powerful influences of underground movements.

Even if the reach of a movement is wide, they may not even know that they are dealing with the Bastards. Maybe they get sensitive information, or a grid goes down just as they need it. Many of these “coincidences” were planned and carried out by our team. We have members in nearly every part of society or group. If any of our agents are caught, it’s nearly impossible to trace them back to our little temple - we get a lot of inspiration from mobs in the olden days and are perhaps even better at covering our tracks. We are nonpartisan, only looking out for our own agenda. Sometimes it helps us to aid some people and sometimes it helps us to deter them. I digress.

”Hell yeah, you do…”
“Nobody asked you,”

And that’s who I am. An unwanted orphan, trained to be a skilled assassin. Any other defining factors have been erased, for the good of our cause.

”Should I tell them about what’s under the temple?”
“Headquarters. HQ is under the different temples. Was it not obvious?
“People are stupid,”
“Speak for yourself.”

“And that’s Locke Lamora. Well, what’s left of him anyway. He has no human left in him, no heart, no organs, no anything. But, to be fair he didn’t start out with a heart,”

“Oh, I assure you I have one organ left…”
“Grow up, you’re like centuries old,”
“You’re not my mom!”
“You’re right, you’d be much smarter if I were,”
District: We at the Gentleman Bastards deny the numerical system of districts. (DST-5-WEST)
Weapon(s): Small but sharp knives shoved into wherever her outfit allows.

Electric scrambler, can fry some mechanics and stun humans. Black metal with tiny hooks about the size of a pack of cards, will stick to things using the van der waals effect. Must enter code and number of volts/amps. One charge lasts 5-10 uses, depending on strength.

Uses snipers on occasion.
Armour: Close to clear, thin nano armour. Not incredibly strong but flexes like spandex and is puncture resistant.
Cybernetics: Onathe is a bit peculiar about her cybernetics. Using their own black market-type of surgeries Onathe has opted for nanos that are in her blood and inserted into bones, making healing a bit quicker. She also has a filter down her throat, right before her lungs that filter out anything that might harm them (this is replaced whenever heavily used-for example being exposed to thick smoke). She can’t breathe water but if water does get down her throat it stops-making drowning a little more survivable.
Account Balance: 2500creds
Other: EMPs, signal blockers, biological weapons, and electrothermal items can be found in headquarters but you must get strict orders to use them, when where and why so she knows how to use them. But, if she uses them without permission it means termination. And not just of contract.

Post Apocalyptic RP (plague based)

I'm interested as well!