Well, let me know if there is anything you want me to play along with him @Chulance
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We may need a little more context to get going. Like a more particular location than the whole world and maybe a reason to drag some more passive people in.
I am of course willing to provide as Carter is kinda designed for narrative flexibility/conflict, but I would need some time. Work and all.
I am of course willing to provide as Carter is kinda designed for narrative flexibility/conflict, but I would need some time. Work and all.
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Name: Alan "Carter" Smith
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180
Ethnicity: White
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Catholic
Occupation: Bookshop Owner (Thief)
Ability: Electricity Manipulation
Background: Even though he was born of middle class parents Alan didn't have much time to enjoy a normal life before both of his parents died at the hands of a cop during a traffic stop. The news was heartbreaking, but more than that, embittering towards authority. He and his two younger siblings spent most of their childhoods in an orphanage without really knowing the details of happened to their parents and without much hope for the future. It was particularly bad for Alan who hated the way the orphanage was run and could only barely coexist with the staff. Regardless he stowed it away for the sake of his brother and sister.
When he was a teenager he fell in with some pick pockets and wannabe pickpockets and had his first run in with the police. Alan outran them and eluded them all night until he met the man who would become his master, an aging man who went by Reagan, who just so happened to be a master thief. Really Reagan had scouted him.
He taught Alan everything he knew and before Alan was in college he was already participating in some fairly big heists. The money was, as Alan told himself, for his brother and sister to help them get on in life, but when they found out what Alan had done to get it, they dissociated with him only keeping his secret out of respect for their familial connection. So he threw himself at his work. Alan became notable enough to run his own crew and make his own jobs. One day though he stumbled upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen by the name of Elizabeth. She came of old money and her father was determined to involve her heavily with his business partners and eventually marry her off like some medieval lord. They met in secret for a few years before Her father found out about them and forbid their meeting ever again. Eli complied and turned Alan away again and again. Abandoned by everyone in his life Alan removed himself from the world for a while before coming back to the criminal scene with a vengeance. He went after big heist after big heist before once again leaving the scene, telling his associates only that there wasn't anything else left worthy of his talents.
Now however things are different. the world is in a degree of chaos and Alan has some new abilities to test the limits of, so it looks like crime is back on the menu.
Name: Alan "Carter" Smith
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180
Ethnicity: White
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Catholic
Occupation: Bookshop Owner (Thief)
Ability: Electricity Manipulation
Background: Even though he was born of middle class parents Alan didn't have much time to enjoy a normal life before both of his parents died at the hands of a cop during a traffic stop. The news was heartbreaking, but more than that, embittering towards authority. He and his two younger siblings spent most of their childhoods in an orphanage without really knowing the details of happened to their parents and without much hope for the future. It was particularly bad for Alan who hated the way the orphanage was run and could only barely coexist with the staff. Regardless he stowed it away for the sake of his brother and sister.
When he was a teenager he fell in with some pick pockets and wannabe pickpockets and had his first run in with the police. Alan outran them and eluded them all night until he met the man who would become his master, an aging man who went by Reagan, who just so happened to be a master thief. Really Reagan had scouted him.
He taught Alan everything he knew and before Alan was in college he was already participating in some fairly big heists. The money was, as Alan told himself, for his brother and sister to help them get on in life, but when they found out what Alan had done to get it, they dissociated with him only keeping his secret out of respect for their familial connection. So he threw himself at his work. Alan became notable enough to run his own crew and make his own jobs. One day though he stumbled upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen by the name of Elizabeth. She came of old money and her father was determined to involve her heavily with his business partners and eventually marry her off like some medieval lord. They met in secret for a few years before Her father found out about them and forbid their meeting ever again. Eli complied and turned Alan away again and again. Abandoned by everyone in his life Alan removed himself from the world for a while before coming back to the criminal scene with a vengeance. He went after big heist after big heist before once again leaving the scene, telling his associates only that there wasn't anything else left worthy of his talents.
Now however things are different. the world is in a degree of chaos and Alan has some new abilities to test the limits of, so it looks like crime is back on the menu.
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Name: Alan "Carter" Smith
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180
Ethnicity: White
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Catholic
Occupation: Bookshop Owner (Thief)
Ability: Electricity Manipulation
Background: Even though he was born of middle class parents Alan didn't have much time to enjoy a normal life before both of his parents died at the hands of a cop during a traffic stop. The news was heartbreaking, but more than that, embittering towards authority. He and his two younger siblings spent most of their childhoods in an orphanage without really knowing the details of happened to their parents and without much hope for the future. It was particularly bad for Alan who hated the way the orphanage was run and could only barely coexist with the staff. Regardless he stowed it away for the sake of his brother and sister.
When he was a teenager he fell in with some pick pockets and wannabe pickpockets and had his first run in with the police. Alan outran them and eluded them all night until he met the man who would become his master, an aging man who went by Reagan, who just so happened to be a master thief. Really Reagan had scouted him.
He taught Alan everything he knew and before Alan was in college he was already participating in some fairly big heists. The money was, as Alan told himself, for his brother and sister to help them get on in life, but when they found out what Alan had done to get it, they dissociated with him only keeping his secret out of respect for their familial connection. So he threw himself at his work. Alan became notable enough to run his own crew and make his own jobs. One day though he stumbled upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen by the name of Elizabeth. She came of old money and her father was determined to involve her heavily with his business partners and eventually marry her off like some medieval lord. They met in secret for a few years before Her father found out about them and forbid their meeting ever again. Eli complied and turned Alan away again and again. Abandoned by everyone in his life Alan removed himself from the world for a while before coming back to the criminal scene with a vengeance. He went after big heist after big heist before once again leaving the scene, telling his associates only that there wasn't anything else left worthy of his talents.
Now however things are different. the world is in a degree of chaos and Alan has some new abilities to test the limits of, so it looks like crime is back on the menu.
(Coincidentally the character in the image is also named carter, but the name came before I found the image.)
Name: Alan "Carter" Smith
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180
Ethnicity: White
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Religion: Catholic
Occupation: Bookshop Owner (Thief)
Ability: Electricity Manipulation
Background: Even though he was born of middle class parents Alan didn't have much time to enjoy a normal life before both of his parents died at the hands of a cop during a traffic stop. The news was heartbreaking, but more than that, embittering towards authority. He and his two younger siblings spent most of their childhoods in an orphanage without really knowing the details of happened to their parents and without much hope for the future. It was particularly bad for Alan who hated the way the orphanage was run and could only barely coexist with the staff. Regardless he stowed it away for the sake of his brother and sister.
When he was a teenager he fell in with some pick pockets and wannabe pickpockets and had his first run in with the police. Alan outran them and eluded them all night until he met the man who would become his master, an aging man who went by Reagan, who just so happened to be a master thief. Really Reagan had scouted him.
He taught Alan everything he knew and before Alan was in college he was already participating in some fairly big heists. The money was, as Alan told himself, for his brother and sister to help them get on in life, but when they found out what Alan had done to get it, they dissociated with him only keeping his secret out of respect for their familial connection. So he threw himself at his work. Alan became notable enough to run his own crew and make his own jobs. One day though he stumbled upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen by the name of Elizabeth. She came of old money and her father was determined to involve her heavily with his business partners and eventually marry her off like some medieval lord. They met in secret for a few years before Her father found out about them and forbid their meeting ever again. Eli complied and turned Alan away again and again. Abandoned by everyone in his life Alan removed himself from the world for a while before coming back to the criminal scene with a vengeance. He went after big heist after big heist before once again leaving the scene, telling his associates only that there wasn't anything else left worthy of his talents.
Now however things are different. the world is in a degree of chaos and Alan has some new abilities to test the limits of, so it looks like crime is back on the menu.
(Coincidentally the character in the image is also named carter, but the name came before I found the image.)
Just gonna put my name down next to electricity manipulation and promise to be back with a character later.
Meryl continued to daydream her way through chess scenarios until the Admiral began presenting. It was hard to imagine that he was nearly seventy years old, especially as he was bigger and more intimidating than just about anyone you could hope to meet, but then again, becoming a pilot did weird things to you. She listened intently and analysed the plan for her own fun as it went along. Going into the graveyard made sense. It wasn't a perfect defense, but routing them from it would require an expenditure of resources completely disproportionate in size to their own forces to destroy the graveyard and open up the fight. Even then it would take time. Time for the Elysium to pack up and leave. Potentially at least. Using it as a staging ground for a planetary invasion, or perhaps more accurately a planetary cleansing, was a big ask, but possibly doable. Not the most worrying thing imaginable.
However, the last part. About opening a warp gate to let in an army to attack the heart of the Shard took all the fun out. It was shockingly daft. The plan might not appear that way on the surface. A quick and deadly strike against the capitol of a human nation could easily knock them out of a war in a quick and efficient manner, but the shards aren't human. They aren't like any other race in known space. Its hard to say that such a strike would bother them or where they would need to go from Sundowner to achieve that end if they could.
The admiral asked for questions and they started coming in, but Meryl held her tongue for now. Serrano had an infamous temper and suggesting that the plan was so sure to lose the war it may as well be treason seemed like a sure way to get a court martial. Then Maye, Meryl's direct superior, made some comments that really set Meryl off. "I see, I see. Reckless. Foolish, even. Amusingly so. I approve! The higher ups finally can put my talents to use! Bennu and I are pleased!" They had not been able to get along up to this point. Mostly because Meryl wanted contribute suggestions and be helpful and all it ever got her were orders to shut up and physical abuse. The rest of Maye's words passed Meryl by. She heard them, but they barely registered. her fingers dug into the desk as she stood up, resting so much of her weight on the desk in front of her.
"Reckless?" She spat at Maye. Her determination undercut by a trembling in her arms and legs. "This is beyond reckless. Destroying the hive will be difficult, but we've thrown away more troops for worse odds before. It is Absolutely insane that if we actually succeed, the plan is to throw away, not just ourselves, but the whole origin system for some insane gamble that we cannot know the odds of. We don't know enough about the shard economically, logistically or politically to be able to tell that they would even be bothered by this sort of move, let alone completely broken by it. And where exactly is the army coming from to fight this second front? From the first one? because if so then there won't be much stopping the Shard from making their own blitz to the heart of our civilization. I came here prepared to sacrifice myself, and for my own reasons, I'm okay with that, but" and now she turned to Admiral Serrano and paused for a moment thinking of the possible consequences before deciding that it was too late and pushed on anyway "The success of this mission could mean that we actually LOSE the war!"
However, the last part. About opening a warp gate to let in an army to attack the heart of the Shard took all the fun out. It was shockingly daft. The plan might not appear that way on the surface. A quick and deadly strike against the capitol of a human nation could easily knock them out of a war in a quick and efficient manner, but the shards aren't human. They aren't like any other race in known space. Its hard to say that such a strike would bother them or where they would need to go from Sundowner to achieve that end if they could.
The admiral asked for questions and they started coming in, but Meryl held her tongue for now. Serrano had an infamous temper and suggesting that the plan was so sure to lose the war it may as well be treason seemed like a sure way to get a court martial. Then Maye, Meryl's direct superior, made some comments that really set Meryl off. "I see, I see. Reckless. Foolish, even. Amusingly so. I approve! The higher ups finally can put my talents to use! Bennu and I are pleased!" They had not been able to get along up to this point. Mostly because Meryl wanted contribute suggestions and be helpful and all it ever got her were orders to shut up and physical abuse. The rest of Maye's words passed Meryl by. She heard them, but they barely registered. her fingers dug into the desk as she stood up, resting so much of her weight on the desk in front of her.
"Reckless?" She spat at Maye. Her determination undercut by a trembling in her arms and legs. "This is beyond reckless. Destroying the hive will be difficult, but we've thrown away more troops for worse odds before. It is Absolutely insane that if we actually succeed, the plan is to throw away, not just ourselves, but the whole origin system for some insane gamble that we cannot know the odds of. We don't know enough about the shard economically, logistically or politically to be able to tell that they would even be bothered by this sort of move, let alone completely broken by it. And where exactly is the army coming from to fight this second front? From the first one? because if so then there won't be much stopping the Shard from making their own blitz to the heart of our civilization. I came here prepared to sacrifice myself, and for my own reasons, I'm okay with that, but" and now she turned to Admiral Serrano and paused for a moment thinking of the possible consequences before deciding that it was too late and pushed on anyway "The success of this mission could mean that we actually LOSE the war!"
Meryl
Meryl was on a lift in the hangar helping out with maintenance on her dragon. "Hey, Storm." she called out, riasing her hand. The gigantic dragon, shot its head downwards to look at its pilot. "Give me five!". Storm exarch responded by gently lifting its massive hand and pressing it against Meryl's. Meryl took an immense amount of pleasure from having trained her dragon to be so damn cute and obedient, by her own standards at least, but in truth it was all a ruse. Her smile faded as the pilot inspected the hand and more particularly the barrel of Storm Exarch's right cannon. It was a huge affair that you could easily work inside of provided you could convince the dragon to stay still for long enough to clean the whole thing. It was a long drop if ever storm decided he needed to put its arms at its sides. "Switch!" Meryl called out and Storm exarch obediently lowered its right hand and brought its left to meet Meryl's. He looked very pleased with himself.
"Attention: all Pilots, proceed to Situation Room A for briefing. Briefing will start at 1900 hours. Thank you."
Makes it sound so urgent when we have an hour to get there... Refocusing Meryl stared down the barrel of her little monster. This time however there was something out of place. Turning around she nudged a tech. The man was probably of average height and reasonably well built for a middle aged man, but Meryl was taller and broader. It was still weird to her that she was so different now. Once a small, frail and broken little girl and now a sort of monstrosity of human form. At least she wasn't broken.
"There's something down the barrel." She said pointing out a dark protrusion down at the bottom. "Unfortunately I've got a briefing to catch so you'll be on your own for it." The tech just nodded and got to work.
On the way to the briefing room Meryl caught the back of King leaving a room with a chess set in hand, quickly followed by a crowd of people. She looked for the man who had played King. Meryl had set the man up so she knew who to look for. That said it was only a coincidence that she was going to have this debriefing now instead of much later. "How'd it go?" the pilot asked cheerily. However, after hearing how the match went she was significantly more disappointed. "You let her get a pawn all the way to your side? It's like you let her win." It was another unsuccessful information op. Meryl was determined to beat King at chess, but she wasn't just going to go in unprepared. She wanted to know the enemy first. Unfortunately, most of the crew was of no help at all. Maybe she'd just need to pester Dion about it.
Sighing Meryl made her way to the briefing room with plenty of time to spare and sat there running through games of chess in her mind.
Meryl was on a lift in the hangar helping out with maintenance on her dragon. "Hey, Storm." she called out, riasing her hand. The gigantic dragon, shot its head downwards to look at its pilot. "Give me five!". Storm exarch responded by gently lifting its massive hand and pressing it against Meryl's. Meryl took an immense amount of pleasure from having trained her dragon to be so damn cute and obedient, by her own standards at least, but in truth it was all a ruse. Her smile faded as the pilot inspected the hand and more particularly the barrel of Storm Exarch's right cannon. It was a huge affair that you could easily work inside of provided you could convince the dragon to stay still for long enough to clean the whole thing. It was a long drop if ever storm decided he needed to put its arms at its sides. "Switch!" Meryl called out and Storm exarch obediently lowered its right hand and brought its left to meet Meryl's. He looked very pleased with himself.
"Attention: all Pilots, proceed to Situation Room A for briefing. Briefing will start at 1900 hours. Thank you."
Makes it sound so urgent when we have an hour to get there... Refocusing Meryl stared down the barrel of her little monster. This time however there was something out of place. Turning around she nudged a tech. The man was probably of average height and reasonably well built for a middle aged man, but Meryl was taller and broader. It was still weird to her that she was so different now. Once a small, frail and broken little girl and now a sort of monstrosity of human form. At least she wasn't broken.
"There's something down the barrel." She said pointing out a dark protrusion down at the bottom. "Unfortunately I've got a briefing to catch so you'll be on your own for it." The tech just nodded and got to work.
On the way to the briefing room Meryl caught the back of King leaving a room with a chess set in hand, quickly followed by a crowd of people. She looked for the man who had played King. Meryl had set the man up so she knew who to look for. That said it was only a coincidence that she was going to have this debriefing now instead of much later. "How'd it go?" the pilot asked cheerily. However, after hearing how the match went she was significantly more disappointed. "You let her get a pawn all the way to your side? It's like you let her win." It was another unsuccessful information op. Meryl was determined to beat King at chess, but she wasn't just going to go in unprepared. She wanted to know the enemy first. Unfortunately, most of the crew was of no help at all. Maybe she'd just need to pester Dion about it.
Sighing Meryl made her way to the briefing room with plenty of time to spare and sat there running through games of chess in her mind.
Its been alright. Just checking things less and less. At this rate i may not even notice if it starts.
I'm pretty okay with figuring out Meryl's dynamics with everyone else so I don't have to figure it out when it starts.
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