I see! I'm usually also on my computer a lot but recently I've been running errands and attending things so I've been quite busy. Luckily for me though the RP has been moving slowly enough for it not to have much of an impact!
Anyway good post! Finally feeling like I'm getting into this!
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All the courage that Yuki had built up to open the door disappeared in the instant the figure landed on her feet. She froze... Which surprised her, normally she'd yelp and run behind cover, but instead she just froze. Her pale sheeks slowly turned red and she felt the burning sensation of blushing over her face. She took a step back, finally, as the young man regained his composure and stood up. "Entschuldigen!" he said, and Yuki blinked confusedly. What language was that? Ah, he's talking! Focus, Yuki!
"I didn't mean, uh! That is, I hit the table!" he said, and Yuki continued to look at him confused, scared and blushing. Once he recovered however, so did Yuki. Somewhat. "Entschuldigen, excuse me, I'm just...a little flustered. The Fuschs-...I mean Capello sometimes has that effect." he said, a thick accent too foreign for Yuki to understand. European probably? Was that really "too foreign"? Wait, what is he saying?
"I, uh..." Yuki stuttered. "It's alright! Sorry for... Opening the door on you!" She smiled shyly, mostly at herself because she was proud of the courage she had to talk to this person. The situation was awkward, but she was starting to forget about that. "What is... Capello?" she asked, still holding the door with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Or well, with her sleeves rather, since they were so long.
"I didn't mean, uh! That is, I hit the table!" he said, and Yuki continued to look at him confused, scared and blushing. Once he recovered however, so did Yuki. Somewhat. "Entschuldigen, excuse me, I'm just...a little flustered. The Fuschs-...I mean Capello sometimes has that effect." he said, a thick accent too foreign for Yuki to understand. European probably? Was that really "too foreign"? Wait, what is he saying?
"I, uh..." Yuki stuttered. "It's alright! Sorry for... Opening the door on you!" She smiled shyly, mostly at herself because she was proud of the courage she had to talk to this person. The situation was awkward, but she was starting to forget about that. "What is... Capello?" she asked, still holding the door with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. Or well, with her sleeves rather, since they were so long.
I fell asleep, so minutes turned into hours xD anyway here's the CS
Name:
Molly
NickName:
Lash
Age:
18
Appearance:
Standing at just about 5'8 and around 125 lbs, Molly, or "Lash", enjoys dark clothing and a sort of military-esque style. Her fluffy hair has been subject of much ridicule in her past but she likes it that way, because it's the natural way her hair is.The coat she keeps open at almost all times, except when it's cold. During winter she uses the same attire, only adding in a black scarf and mittens. During summer she skips the long coat but keeps the rest. It's just her style. She also loathes make-up and doesn't tan, so her skin is quite pale.
Personality:
Outgoing and bright, easily makes new friends yet has problems to open up to them. She's the kind of person that has a vast net of friends yet no one close enough to vent to. This is because of her trust issues, Is often physical and doesn't have problems with swearing even though she herself doesn't do it much. She tends to attract people who are outgoing and physical like her, and retract people who are shy and strictly verbal.
Likes: War movies/games, weapons, people (that she connects with), alcohol, independence, music, science-fiction, getting her way.
Dislikes: Authority, girly-girls, people (that she doesn't connect with), religion, fantasy, pop-music, not getting her way.
Mental Disorders:
Sincerely believes that in the nearby future the world is going to be taken over by humans from outer space arriving through a black hole with advanced weaponry. She believes to have seen them and having been contacted by them in her dreams and on the internet. Tends to get violent if people deny or ridicule this idea, and was to be put into the asylum to be treated for this "disorder".
Abilities:
Handle firearms and knives, pick-pocketing, free-running.
Bio:
Grew up in a poor neighbourhood with her mom. Her dad used to abuse them both until he was finally arrested, but since then Molly has had trust issues. She botched and hated school, and joined a street gang doing petty crimes like stealing, break-in and pick-pocketing. During these years she learned how to handle a knife (which she is very proud of) and freerunning. As such, she's not a very good fighter but an okay brawler. She's the one to rather run from a fight, however (unless it's 2 on 1 and/or she has the numbers on her side). To escape the horrible reality that was her mother, who had turned to alcohol and substance abuse and her father who had beaten them and then left them, Molly started playing a lot of games and watch a lot of movies. She got hooked on science-fiction and war-themed movies and games, and this is how she developed her "disorder". Her fascination with space and warfare turned her fantasies into "reality", and in her mind, this is reality. As real as it can get. She is positive that within a few years, the "Black Hole army will arrive" and take over the world, and she will join them in their conquest.
Eventually, her mother recovered with the help of therapy, but Molly was already in foster care. They all decided to sent Molly to the therapist, as she had started to get violent whenever someone denied her "reality" that was the "Black Hole Army". She had physically harmed her foster-brothers and foster-father when they ridiculed or denied her "reality". After only a few sessions with the therapist, she had physically harmed him as well because he had commented on her reality the wrong way. Plans were being made to put her in an insane asylum, as her violent tendencies were escalating.
But then, the letter arrived. She loathed the idea of having someone watch over you all the time, but she loathed the idea of her foster-parents and therapist getting their way even more. She wasn't going to no asylum, so she accepted the "invitation" to Celamist and left. The foster-family wasn't sad to see her go.
Name:
Molly
NickName:
Lash
Age:
18
Appearance:
Standing at just about 5'8 and around 125 lbs, Molly, or "Lash", enjoys dark clothing and a sort of military-esque style. Her fluffy hair has been subject of much ridicule in her past but she likes it that way, because it's the natural way her hair is.The coat she keeps open at almost all times, except when it's cold. During winter she uses the same attire, only adding in a black scarf and mittens. During summer she skips the long coat but keeps the rest. It's just her style. She also loathes make-up and doesn't tan, so her skin is quite pale.
Personality:
Outgoing and bright, easily makes new friends yet has problems to open up to them. She's the kind of person that has a vast net of friends yet no one close enough to vent to. This is because of her trust issues, Is often physical and doesn't have problems with swearing even though she herself doesn't do it much. She tends to attract people who are outgoing and physical like her, and retract people who are shy and strictly verbal.
Likes: War movies/games, weapons, people (that she connects with), alcohol, independence, music, science-fiction, getting her way.
Dislikes: Authority, girly-girls, people (that she doesn't connect with), religion, fantasy, pop-music, not getting her way.
Mental Disorders:
Sincerely believes that in the nearby future the world is going to be taken over by humans from outer space arriving through a black hole with advanced weaponry. She believes to have seen them and having been contacted by them in her dreams and on the internet. Tends to get violent if people deny or ridicule this idea, and was to be put into the asylum to be treated for this "disorder".
Abilities:
Handle firearms and knives, pick-pocketing, free-running.
Bio:
Grew up in a poor neighbourhood with her mom. Her dad used to abuse them both until he was finally arrested, but since then Molly has had trust issues. She botched and hated school, and joined a street gang doing petty crimes like stealing, break-in and pick-pocketing. During these years she learned how to handle a knife (which she is very proud of) and freerunning. As such, she's not a very good fighter but an okay brawler. She's the one to rather run from a fight, however (unless it's 2 on 1 and/or she has the numbers on her side). To escape the horrible reality that was her mother, who had turned to alcohol and substance abuse and her father who had beaten them and then left them, Molly started playing a lot of games and watch a lot of movies. She got hooked on science-fiction and war-themed movies and games, and this is how she developed her "disorder". Her fascination with space and warfare turned her fantasies into "reality", and in her mind, this is reality. As real as it can get. She is positive that within a few years, the "Black Hole army will arrive" and take over the world, and she will join them in their conquest.
Eventually, her mother recovered with the help of therapy, but Molly was already in foster care. They all decided to sent Molly to the therapist, as she had started to get violent whenever someone denied her "reality" that was the "Black Hole Army". She had physically harmed her foster-brothers and foster-father when they ridiculed or denied her "reality". After only a few sessions with the therapist, she had physically harmed him as well because he had commented on her reality the wrong way. Plans were being made to put her in an insane asylum, as her violent tendencies were escalating.
But then, the letter arrived. She loathed the idea of having someone watch over you all the time, but she loathed the idea of her foster-parents and therapist getting their way even more. She wasn't going to no asylum, so she accepted the "invitation" to Celamist and left. The foster-family wasn't sad to see her go.
Seeing as the others had begun attacking the targets by now, Jack figured it was time he did the same. He just followed their lead, basicly.
When they were done firing at Lilith, Jack could feel how terrified they were. How horribly alone and scared they felt. The regret of having even come here. It fueled him. He fed off of their fear, growing in power... To cause even greater effect, he let his voice echo freely through the room, from each shadow and crevice... No escape... bounced upon the walls, and one of the black market men dropped his gun in fear. "AW TO HELL WITH THIS, I'M OUT!" he screamed and tried to run. Turning around he stopped dead in his tracks, for Jack had materialized in front of him. His blackened mask forever weeping, the empty hollow eyesockets staring at him. With a scream, Jack disappeared with the man into the shadows, and he was never seen again.
Jack sat back in the shadows. He had taken a victim, now he would feed upon the others' horror while the rest of the group dispatched of them. The man's scream still lingered eariely in the building, as if still there somewhere, in the distance, experiencing true horror...
When they were done firing at Lilith, Jack could feel how terrified they were. How horribly alone and scared they felt. The regret of having even come here. It fueled him. He fed off of their fear, growing in power... To cause even greater effect, he let his voice echo freely through the room, from each shadow and crevice... No escape... bounced upon the walls, and one of the black market men dropped his gun in fear. "AW TO HELL WITH THIS, I'M OUT!" he screamed and tried to run. Turning around he stopped dead in his tracks, for Jack had materialized in front of him. His blackened mask forever weeping, the empty hollow eyesockets staring at him. With a scream, Jack disappeared with the man into the shadows, and he was never seen again.
Jack sat back in the shadows. He had taken a victim, now he would feed upon the others' horror while the rest of the group dispatched of them. The man's scream still lingered eariely in the building, as if still there somewhere, in the distance, experiencing true horror...
Right! Was starting to get lonely.
yo dragon and lilith demon
you ignored me
):
you ignored me
):
Awesome! Character coming up in a few minutes then!
Hello! Do you have any open spots left for me? :))
Sylvestra couldn't help but smile at Uhl. She didn't know this side of him. He was gentle and kind. She also understood why he refrained from calling her "Lady". If any human of the royal or noble houses would hear them, they would surely accuse them of conspiracy. The princess could even get in trouble. "Oh? Does the princess not wish to be in the royal company? I cannot blame her." she said, smiling as she looked at the princess. "It makes me weary as well. All the bickering, the politics... I prefer the fresh air and the verdance of the gardens. She opened her arms and took a deep breath, then looked back at Uhl to continue their conversation. [i]"This is a nice garden, Sylvestra." he said, then added in elvish "It reminds me of home. it is painful though..." to which Sylvestra nodded in response, her smile dropping somewhat. "Thank you." she said in common, then switched to elven as well. [i]"I have made it much like our homeland on purpose. Many elves under the King's boot find their way here, for comfort and solace when their masters abuse them or drive them too hard... But it grieves me also, to know our land is lost to us. Yet, I believe that in pain there is healing." she said. The last sentence was a common elven saying that perhaps even Anya had heard, "Et parnethas sin'kvalost", roughly meaning "In pain there is healing.". It was much more common these days...
Readying disconnection from main hub. Standby. . .
With a hissing sound of cables retracting themselves into their respective slots, the lid of the "helmet" that connected the android's neuro-hub to the workstation slided up, revealing the face of unit 0157, nicknamed "Chen". Her outmost layer of android armor were pale white, and along her body was black spots where cables and other technology could connect with the android. From each spot ran a black line, glowing with red from underneath. Chen certainly looked human than most androids, but she was far from it. Most of the scientists working with her had been against the idea of giving her a nickname, or even to refer to her as "her" at all. To most of them, she was still "it", and just "Unit 0157". Due to Chen's installed social-modules, she had adopted the nickname as her own however, and refered to herself as such when met with familiar faces.
Once disconnected from her workstation, the android stapped over to the console next to it, quickly pressed a series of buttons and turned around again as the chamber to the workstation closed, the hissing mechanical sound returning, and fading.
A man entered. A scientist, wearing a set of goggles covering his eyes like a blindfold, with a thin line of neon-blue light running through it's middle, where he supposedly saw through. He was tall, wore a white lab jacket and his skin was dark. In his hand he held a PDA, a sort of digital folder filled with information. Like a laptop.
"Ah, 0157 you're finished. Right on schedule, too I see." he said, glancing at her before inspecting his PDA to make sure all the data she aquired was in order. "Affirmative." she responded, her voice calm and that of an android. Synthetic. "In my seven years of service only one recorded occasion exists within my logs of running overtime. It is exactly three minutes and --" she continued for informational purposes, but the labman interrupted her. "Yes, I wasn't being sarcastic. I'm aware you do give good results. Which is why I am sending you on a special assignment." he said and put the PDA down, looking straight at her. She looked straight back, indifferent. "The captain of the colony has requested individuals to volunteer for an... Expedition of sorts. A colony south of here has gone dark. We're sending you in to accompany the expedition, to gather data and perhaps salvage something." he continued, but paused for a second to correct himself. "And by salvage I mean for investigational purposes, of course." he added, not even breaking a sweat. "Understood." Chen responded, already running her new directive through her objectives list. "Go to the capital building, tell the expedition leader or whoever greets you that we are volunteering you for the expedition. Run along now." the labcoat finished, grabbed his PDA again, nodded and left the way he came, looking casually busy.
Chen wasn't programmed to be suspicious, nor was she programmed to question. She was to follow this directive and found no reason to disobey it. She entered the module-chamber and had her outdoors-modules installed (reflex booster, strength booster, equippment, etc) to get ready for the expedition. She was capable of taking own actions and planning. She was very independent, which many of the working scientists on her team says is the reason for her success. Too many androids are too dependant on human direction, they say, that they cannot even take own decisions when faced with conflicting options. It has proven to be quite a flaw when working the field and introduced to an accident or hazzardous situation. Chen, however, was programmed to be independant as well as take directive from humans. It gave her an edge on the older models. Still, she was not as greatly equipped as the Class 2 and Class 1 explorer mobile units, but then again they were more bulky and not as nimble.
With all her modules in place (tech-armor and modules plugged into the black spots on or strapped to her body.) she made her way out of the Prospection-Research lab and toward the capital building. Once there, she found she was one of the first to arrive. Once outside the building, she waited outside patiently for the captain to call her inside. That's when she noticed a guardsman coming towards her. She had basic recognition software installed, so she could easily recognize the man. He might not know this android, but accessing the colony database which she was linked to she could access all the non-classified information there is to find about Zion's population.
Once he was in talking-range, Chen spoke to him. "Hello, Guardsman Williams. Are you volunteering for the expedition to the mining settlement to the south?" she asked him politely, yet her android face hinted of no emotion.
With a hissing sound of cables retracting themselves into their respective slots, the lid of the "helmet" that connected the android's neuro-hub to the workstation slided up, revealing the face of unit 0157, nicknamed "Chen". Her outmost layer of android armor were pale white, and along her body was black spots where cables and other technology could connect with the android. From each spot ran a black line, glowing with red from underneath. Chen certainly looked human than most androids, but she was far from it. Most of the scientists working with her had been against the idea of giving her a nickname, or even to refer to her as "her" at all. To most of them, she was still "it", and just "Unit 0157". Due to Chen's installed social-modules, she had adopted the nickname as her own however, and refered to herself as such when met with familiar faces.
Once disconnected from her workstation, the android stapped over to the console next to it, quickly pressed a series of buttons and turned around again as the chamber to the workstation closed, the hissing mechanical sound returning, and fading.
A man entered. A scientist, wearing a set of goggles covering his eyes like a blindfold, with a thin line of neon-blue light running through it's middle, where he supposedly saw through. He was tall, wore a white lab jacket and his skin was dark. In his hand he held a PDA, a sort of digital folder filled with information. Like a laptop.
"Ah, 0157 you're finished. Right on schedule, too I see." he said, glancing at her before inspecting his PDA to make sure all the data she aquired was in order. "Affirmative." she responded, her voice calm and that of an android. Synthetic. "In my seven years of service only one recorded occasion exists within my logs of running overtime. It is exactly three minutes and --" she continued for informational purposes, but the labman interrupted her. "Yes, I wasn't being sarcastic. I'm aware you do give good results. Which is why I am sending you on a special assignment." he said and put the PDA down, looking straight at her. She looked straight back, indifferent. "The captain of the colony has requested individuals to volunteer for an... Expedition of sorts. A colony south of here has gone dark. We're sending you in to accompany the expedition, to gather data and perhaps salvage something." he continued, but paused for a second to correct himself. "And by salvage I mean for investigational purposes, of course." he added, not even breaking a sweat. "Understood." Chen responded, already running her new directive through her objectives list. "Go to the capital building, tell the expedition leader or whoever greets you that we are volunteering you for the expedition. Run along now." the labcoat finished, grabbed his PDA again, nodded and left the way he came, looking casually busy.
Chen wasn't programmed to be suspicious, nor was she programmed to question. She was to follow this directive and found no reason to disobey it. She entered the module-chamber and had her outdoors-modules installed (reflex booster, strength booster, equippment, etc) to get ready for the expedition. She was capable of taking own actions and planning. She was very independent, which many of the working scientists on her team says is the reason for her success. Too many androids are too dependant on human direction, they say, that they cannot even take own decisions when faced with conflicting options. It has proven to be quite a flaw when working the field and introduced to an accident or hazzardous situation. Chen, however, was programmed to be independant as well as take directive from humans. It gave her an edge on the older models. Still, she was not as greatly equipped as the Class 2 and Class 1 explorer mobile units, but then again they were more bulky and not as nimble.
With all her modules in place (tech-armor and modules plugged into the black spots on or strapped to her body.) she made her way out of the Prospection-Research lab and toward the capital building. Once there, she found she was one of the first to arrive. Once outside the building, she waited outside patiently for the captain to call her inside. That's when she noticed a guardsman coming towards her. She had basic recognition software installed, so she could easily recognize the man. He might not know this android, but accessing the colony database which she was linked to she could access all the non-classified information there is to find about Zion's population.
Once he was in talking-range, Chen spoke to him. "Hello, Guardsman Williams. Are you volunteering for the expedition to the mining settlement to the south?" she asked him politely, yet her android face hinted of no emotion.
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