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They all laughed at Billy Joe and his accent until he drew his Holy Adjudicator bathed in light and fire. The "I Reckon-ing" was upon them.
7 yrs ago
Question, for people who are already iron or silver should we already be inside or are we all starting off together?
I can answer that one.
You'd be outside since the offer letter is a transfer, if you were prior SEO you'd be transferring over to this new site. Think of it like the FBI. They have a headquarters, but there are several working sites located in different cities agents are based out of.
Great, the OOC is up! That being said I don't think I'll be playing in this one.
I really like the concept and would love to join, but there's already tons of interest here and you're looking for a small group. I've got enough on my plate already besides, but I'm staying subbed and looking forward to reading!
The "boy with the abilities" was in a similar predicament himself. That being bored out of his skull. On his long meander back to the Nova he found himself become increasingly distracted, mostly by the gnawing hunger. Both literally and metaphorically. Nick chewed on the filter of his cancer stick as his stomach howled in starvation, he hadn't filched enough food from the troupe at Pan'Zel Cabra to even warrant the trouble... almost. He had stolen two things while present: a multi-pass from one of the unlucky Na'greth and the genetic makeup of the same. Technically three things if you counted the beer-battered... whatever it was. Something crunchy and savory, Nick didn't ask too many questions. But it was enough to procure more. Food, resources, it didn't matter. This was his way. Start small and worm your way to the top of the heap, leapfrogging faces and credentials until you sat in a seat waaaaaay outside of your paygrade. Even that didn't matter, of course. The higher echelon had granted him a blank check to enjoy what he would on landfall as incentive to keep him in check, because he knew to them he was a simple creature. A beast, something that enjoys being rewarded and remained docile as long as you feed it a steady stream of treats. Some creature that would stand on its hind legs and hop about when you told it to dance. But that was the problem. Nick was a beast alright, and they'd be stupid to think that they could control him. That was the other hunger.
The shapeshifter sucked in a lungful of smoke as he could feel his skin bubble and bleed beneath his clothing. It felt as if someone had poured acid over his dermis and the man grimaced and hunched as he walked, allowing the sensation of agony to wash over him as the blood began to scab and calcify. Stoneskin, a rough exoskeletonous hide that the Na'greth had evolved to grow. It wasn't nearly as painful as what came next, as his muscle compacted with rivets of pain and his bone melted to reform thicker and squatter. He had become one of them, the poor soul who's passport he had stolen back at the restaurant and he hadn't even stopped walking. The crowd either didn't notice or didn't care, the change was gradual enough to take place over minutes and no one got a good look at him twice. Nor would they. Nick rarely took a face other than "his own" twice.
He ducked into another restaurant, this one called Drakma's Buffet purely because of the B-word involved. Assuming a swaggering walk, the shapeshifter strut himself up to the counter of the vaguely multi-cultural joint. "Fixin' ta get my hands on one of them buffet passes," the Na'greth greeted with a jolly tone, beaming at the lanky green lass with pointed ears. "Excellent, table for one?" she inquired. Nick nodded in affirmation, and soon was following the long-legged vixen to a single booth next to the wall. The air was ablaze with all manner of scents intoxicating. Simmered seafood, fried greens, pan-seared meat of questionable origin... Nick's mouth was salivating at the thought of it. If he played his cards right he wouldn't even need to pay at all, but for the moment he was shown his seat which he promptly vacated to grab a plate stacked two hands high with all manners of caloric sin. And went for seconds. And thirds. And beyond.
As he choked down the smorgasbord Nick began to do a very dangerous thing to anyone involved: he began to plan. Nick had been a good boy for a scant few weeks, which might as well have been decades. He hadn't tried anything funny, no biting the security personnel, not even an escape attempt. Boy was that about to change. The Endovans were still very much psychologically primitive, and as such he still had a prey drive. The basic need to chase and be chased, the thrill of the hunt that wasn't being fulfilled. Which was why he was about to shake things up as soon as he stepped aboard. The gears began to turn as he polished off another plate, feeling the pangs of starvation faster than he could wolf down more sustenance. He was getting looks at this point but it's not as if he cared. Nick had larger matters to attend to. More important matters. Seeds of chaos to sow.
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Nick was back to his old self as he entered the spaceport hours later, the one instance where he needed to specifically be himself to gain access somewhere. His face was on his own passport. Pity, that. It'd be so much more engaging to fake someone else and just filch theirs than to arrive as himself, yet this was the path of least resistance. Nick patiently stood through all the scanners and monitors and gate checks as he prepared to board... and quickly got sidetracked. All part of the plan. The buzzing hub of activity was just like any other, full of diversions and activity to take advantage of. The shapeshifter made certain to hit up the shops for a few key items before attempting to board the Nova: a glass bottle of perfume from the duty free gained through subversion and clever fast-talk, a handful of exotic hair pins from the gift shop, a nice pair of shoes from the clothing pavilion, a commcorder from the tech exchange, and as many condiment packets as he could get a hold of. It wasn't much, but it'd be a start. Something more metal and spiky would help, but good luck finding that in intergalactic jurisdiction. Nick would need to make due.
The anticipation was immense as Nick prepared to board, nonchalantly walking toward the crewman and raising his arms in a non-threatening gesture. "Biological freak, reporting as ordered," he joked as the two soulless homunculi approached him with a steady gait. One took his bag, the other patted him down with a rough hand on his collar, controlling his escape and momentum. As they should. The guard aboard the Nova were trained to regard Nick as a threat when alone. "Business," the handsy one stated through a distorted filter in an aggressive tone. "Boss says I'm free to board the ship, we've got nothin' left here for me. You should really spend some landfall down here, there's a good steak place down on Val'culla." As the shapeshifter made small talk the other goon had apparently finished rifling through his bag, finding nothing that could be weaponized or made harmful. To an untrained eye, that is. It nodded toward the other one, which pushed Nick toward the hatch. Its partner chucked his bag behind him.
As Nick gathered his belongings he couldn't help but notice that the grunts weren't preparing for takeoff. Oh, this was perfect. Nick flicked his commlink into hands-free mode once more to send out another message to his crewmates/employers/slavers.
dont tell me im the first one here where is every1?
The question was innocuous enough, but everything was riding on its answer. It was either going to be the perfect sendoff from this rock or a spoiled afternoon. Or a bloodbath, anything was possible. A grin began to tug at the creature's lips as Nick awaited his answer.
Nick has borrowed Stone Skin, and NPC genetic predisposition toward a tough, scabby hide resistant to physical harm by mundane means such as punches or blunt weapons.
I would like express interest for this one as well. I've already got a psychic medium kinda character written out from another RP that promised the same premise but looks like it's gonna turn into something else.
I would like ex press interest for this one as well. I've already got a psychic medium kinda character written out from another RP that promised the same premise but looks like it's gonna turn into something else.
Catori is a shorter woman of 5'5" and 136lbs and a little on the chubbier side as a direct result of working a cushy desk job for the past few years. Her raven hair is straight and thin with fringed bangs, the length sitting just above her shoulders. Her complexion is a peach color that burns easily albeit being a shade darker than you'd expect. Hazel eyes pop among her drab color choice in wardrobe and hold a dull sort of potential energy. The expression she wears often comes across as bored, distracted, or contemplative while her sluggish posture and tone of voice that comes across as "uninterested" works to confirm this fact.
While on the job Catori is progressively conservative wearing pantsuits of a darker black or grey color with sensible shoes, maybe some deep purples to mix it up a little. Off-duty she dresses like a goth punk in stonewashed jeans, band tees, biker boots, and thick makeup. On rare occasions she'll dress as an adult in her downtime.
Psychological Profile While professional and empathetic in personal matters involving her trade, Catori is a jokey cynic much else of the time. For nearly every occurrence she has something snarky to say and remains detached to most social situations giving her a chilled demeanor. She's well humored though dark in such shades of it and rarely appears to take anything incredibly seriously. Despite this she has a lukewarm hippie streak against bureaucracy and sometimes will bend the rules in a manner that achieves justice while harming no one. Catori has a cleverness about her that is apparent in her attention to detail, but can be incredibly lazy much of the time. No soul at the SEO has ever seen her angry, she tends to get flippant and dismissive first.
At times Catori can seem immature for her age and geek out about things like a woman teen girl but rarely does it on the job. She seems to be disillusioned with life, a result of achieving the status of Medium at such a young age, and seems unperturbed by death and its inevitability. Despite this she can be quite mischievous but remains mostly introverted and distanced. She's sometimes known to be the least squeamish agent of SEO, even beating out the forensics specialists in her tolerance of gore and bile.
Medium Talent:Aura Vision - From a young age Catori has been able to sense the aura, the life essence, of people around her. Not just touched by The Veil to allow her to sense the aura of spirits, Catori can read the souls of the living. Their colors tell her the vague emotional and mental temperament of another person, but do not tell her their intentions or any facts. Just enough to give her a broad impression. This assists her cross-evaluation skills and lends her the ability to quite easily spot if anyone she is speaking to is possessed as a result from the mixing of aura colors or has any overt psychotic tendencies from the murky colors that are apparent.
BS in Psychology at U of I with a minor in Forensic Psychology
BPD Police Academy Graduation Certificate
1 year BPD Criminal Profiler experience
3 years experience with Idaho State's Correctional Division
Profile Catori Ricci has always had a close association and fascination with death as long as she or anyone else can remember. Her mother, Nova Dabai, met her father, Edward Ricci, at a Hopi reservation, Nova there to visit her grandmother and Edward present on ecological survey. What began as a whirlwind romance quickly became marriage and parenthood with a child on the way. While Nova forewent employment to raise their daughter she traveled with Edward across the Arizona desert in his environmentalist work and the family lived on the road in an RV camper.
Catori's father died when she was around 10 months old. During a sudden rainstorm unheard of for the summer season the road became slick and Nova, driving the RV at the time, lost control of the vehicle which rolled down a hill. Nova had been wearing her seat belt and Catori was securely fastened to her car seat. Edward had gotten up to use the bathroom. He was thrown from the vehicle through one of the windows, crushed to death though not instantly. Catori was then raised with her mother and grandmother on the reservation when she manifested to as a Medium at around three years old, being constantly on sacred ground and casually exposed to spiritual elements.
As a child Catori was an odd one, always speaking to her ghost friends or blaming things on them, a habit which never truly stopped. This behavior didn't exactly make her popular and a popular choice for bullying as a result, which turned her focuses more toward the supernatural and strange. As an attempt to understand the colors she would begin to see, radiant hues that faintly painted the outline of everyone she came across, Catori also began to take an interest into psychology which would eventually turn into a career.
A highschool goth, another phase she never truly left, Catori would begin visiting with her father at his death site at the age of 15. She still attempts to make the trip at least once a year to speak with his spirit. Catori would go on to graduate in Arizona and become accepted to the University of Idaho in the city of Moscow where she studied Psychology, taking special interest in the twisted minds of serial killers. Upon receipt of her degree she would move locally and join the Boise Police Academy, quite an odd fit for the woman.
She didn't exactly fit in with the mentality however her natural skepticism lent itself well to investigative work above her peer level and she was referred to the BPD as a detective. Catori declined the position and signed on as a criminal profiler instead to more align with her own personal preferences, but only spent a year on the force before transferring to the Idaho State Corrections Organization. It was interesting work and she had made a good name for herself, but quit soon after an inmate had nearly successfully strangled her to death in a train of poor logistics and decision-making on the part of the facility's security. She was later snatched up by the SEO looking to continue her macabre line of work following a period of unemployment.
Catori is a shorter woman of 5'5" and 139lbs and a little on the chubbier side as a direct result of working a cushy desk job for the past few years. Her raven hair is straight and thin with fringed bangs, the length sitting just above her shoulders. Her complexion is a peach color that burns easily albeit being a shade darker than you'd expect. Hazel eyes pop among her drab color choice in wardrobe and hold a dull sort of potential energy. The expression she wears often comes across as bored, distracted, or contemplative while her sluggish posture and tone of voice that comes across as "uninterested" works to confirm this fact.
While on the job Catori is progressively conservative wearing pantsuits of a darker black or grey color with sensible shoes, maybe some deep purples to mix it up a little. Off-duty she dresses like a goth punk in stonewashed jeans, band tees, biker boots, and thick makeup. On rare occasions she'll dress as an adult in her downtime.
Psychological Profile While professional and empathetic in personal matters involving her trade, Catori is a jokey cynic much else of the time. For nearly every occurrence she has something snarky to say and remains detached to most social situations giving her a chilled demeanor. She's well humored though dark in such shades of it and rarely appears to take anything incredibly seriously. Despite this she has a lukewarm hippie streak against bureaucracy and sometimes will bend the rules in a manner that achieves justice while harming no one. Catori has a cleverness about her that is apparent in her attention to detail, but can be incredibly lazy much of the time. No soul at the SEO has ever seen her angry, she tends to get flippant and dismissive first.
At times Catori can seem immature for her age and geek out about things like a woman teen girl but rarely does it on the job. She seems to be disillusioned with life, a result of achieving the status of Medium at such a young age, and seems unperturbed by death and its inevitability. She's sometimes known to be the least squeamish agent of SEO, even beating out the forensics specialist in her tolerance of gore and bile.
Medium Talent:Aura Vision - From a young age Catori has been able to sense the aura, the life essence, of people around her. Not just touched by The Veil to allow her to sense the aura of spirits, Catori can read the souls of the living. Their colors tell her the vague emotional and mental temperament of another person, but do not tell her their intentions or any facts. Just enough to give her a broad impression. This assists her cross-evaluation skills and lends her the ability to quite easily spot if anyone she is speaking to is possessed as a result from the mixing of aura colors or has any overt psychotic tendencies from the murky colors that are apparent.
Qualifications
BS in Psychology at U of I with a minor in Forensic Psychology
BPD Police Academy Graduation Certificate
4 years experience with Idaho State's Correctional Division, 1 year of managerial experience
Profile Catori Ricci has always had a close association and fascination with death as long as she or anyone else can remember. Her mother, Nova Dabai, met her father, Edward Ricci, at a Hopi reservation, Nova there to visit her grandmother and Edward present on ecological survey. What began as a whirlwind romance quickly became marriage and parenthood with a child on the way. While Nova forewent employment to raise their daughter she traveled with Edward across the Arizona desert in his environmentalist work and the family lived on the road in an RV camper.
Catori's father died when she was around 10 months old. During a sudden rainstorm unheard of for the summer season the road became slick and Nova, driving the RV at the time, lost control of the vehicle which rolled down a hill. Nova had been wearing her seat belt and Catori was securely fastened to her car seat. Edward had gotten up to use the bathroom. He was thrown from the vehicle through one of the windows, crushed to death though not instantly. Catori was then raised with her mother and grandmother on the reservation when she manifested to as a Medium at around three years old, being constantly on sacred ground and casually exposed to spiritual elements.
As a child Catori was an odd one, always speaking to her ghost friends or blaming things on them, a habit which never truly stopped. This behavior didn't exactly make her popular and a popular choice for bullying as a result, which turned her focuses more toward the supernatural and strange. As an attempt to understand the colors she would begin to see, radiant hues that faintly painted the outline of everyone she came across, Catori also began to take an interest into psychology which would eventually turn into a career.
A highschool goth, another phase she never truly left, Catori would begin visiting with her father at his death site at the age of 15. She still attempts to make the trip at least once a year to speak with his spirit. Catori would go on to graduate in Arizona and become accepted to the University of Idaho in the city of Moscow where she studied Psychology, taking special interest in the twisted minds of serial killers. Upon receipt of her degree she would move locally and join the Boise Police Academy, quite an odd fit for the woman.
She didn't exactly fit in with the mentality however her natural skepticism lent itself well to investigative work above her peer level and she was referred to the BPD as a detective. Catori declined the position in order to work more closely with the criminally inclined as a criminal psychologist at the Idaho State Facility of Corrections. It was interesting work and she had made a good name for herself, but quit soon after an inmate had nearly successfully strangled her to death in a train of poor logistics and decision-making on the part of the facility's security. She was later snatched up by the SEO looking to continue her macabre line of work.
