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Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Lady Callaghan had been sitting as quiet as a wallflower should. Occasionally looking up to see the goings on of the party. She was lonely. Being a Technocrat was a waste of time to her. Very few of them got along with her and few still thought her opinions were anything but nonsense. Such was the life of a lady. She never had much fun at these. Mainly hoping that she would meet the few friendly faces that she knew. However that was as far from the case as possible. Earl and Lady Lightfeather were as aloof as could be. She liked the Earl. He had always been kind to her. Evelyn had been going to the Lightfeather estate since she was a little girl. Her parents were always climbing the social ladder and they had been one more rung. She used to make cakes in the kitchen with the servants. Of course that was when her parents were busy at their shooting parties. She even remembered being caught by him once and he simply gave a smile. So she was awfully disappointed by not being able to speak with them. Then again Lady Callaghan didn't really know what a real friendship was. It wasn't like competing families truly cared for one another bar keeping the proles down as an only common motive.

Evelyn curled up some at the side of the room. Looking around for friendly faces and as usual finding none. She had been nursing the small glass of champagne she had for hours and had been holding it blankly for almost as long when a pretty looking servant pulled it from her hand. "Excuse me miss?", she said softly to her. Wanting a little conversation. But she was exceptionally busy. Walking off just as quickly as she came to the kitchen. She had wondered if she had even registered that she was talking to her. As her social programming demanded. The second that note sounded through the ballroom she snapped to attention to look at the Earl and his wife. She gave a soft giggle when he talked of investment. She had indeed invested in the mine, however the dividends that were paid to her were funnelled straight into healing injured workers. Evelyn gave a little wave to him. Getting a small smile in return. Hardly noticeable to most people. THBOOOM!

Lady Evelyn was on the floor. She was so out of it she didn't know what was going on, barely able to move to her side to cough out the dust she had breathed in. Her flowing dress had been near shredded and she had more cuts and bruises then she'd care to think about. She gasped as she tried to get her breath back before hearing the deafening crunch as the glass ceiling was broken through. Wh...what is happening? she tried to think through to herself before she saw the omminous look of the dark figure behind the Earl. She whimpered softly. Was this the man she'd heard about. Why was he here? Why Earl lightfeather? She struggled to get to her feet in time to see the figure lift him by his collar. Her eyes going wide as those final...words left the mysterious mans lips. "Execution...". The young technocrat let out a cry. "NO! DON'T!", raising her hand to the Earl before three razor sharp blades peirced his heart and he fell to the ground floor unceremoniously. She looked at the body. Then raised her head to see him speak triumphantly at what he did. A lesson? What kind of lesson is this? He murdered a man in cold blood. Murdered so many servants...Her head was spinning but she could see many were badly injured.

She began to weep softly as she moved towards a servant girl who had quite a badly lacerated arm. Tearing her dress she moved to use it as a tourniquet. Getting a scathing look for doing so from the few upperclass whom weren't in shock or evacuating the building. A technocrat began to swear and shout at the servants whom were trying to tend to other injured servants. Demanding they tend to his suit. Having been mildly stained by his champagne when the bomb went off. Standing slowly she moved to him. Standing before him she steeled herself and said quite simply. "Leave or help.", before she took ahold of his neckerchief and pulled it from his coatpocket. Throwing it to a servant whom was desperately trying to stop the bloodflow of a friend.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Lady Evelyn Callaghan

Name: Lady Evelyn Callaghan.
Age: 22
Social Class: Technocrat
Employment: Landowner/ N/A
Skills and abilities:
-Remarkably flexible, Miss Callaghan has studied ballet since she was a child.
-Philanthropy, years of fund raising has made her awfully persuasive and seeming to know simply everyone.
-Fencing, What would be a woman of the upper class if she didn't know how to wield a sabre?
-Blissful Ignorance, Evelyn is quite unaware of the difficulties of the lower class, not for a lack of caring.
Equipment:
-One ornately decorated purse(Hidden dagger)
-Her bloodline card (Proof of noble birth)
General Back Story: Lady Callaghan was born into nobility. A long, long line of nobles. Her parents were quite distant from her and she brought nothing but disdain to her parents. It was kind of hard for them to gain any sort of respectable daughter when they near outright refused to even talk to her, make her feel as if they were even family. Never the less she did get her support from her maidservant. A nice old woman called Mary, who tended to her every whim and comforted her every sorrow. She thought her more a mother than her own and Mary protected her interests. Well as much as a prole could, she advised her on the moves she had to make. Having served the Technocrats for many many years she knew precisely how devious and cruel they could be. Mary loved Evelyn like her own child and refused to lose her or for her to lose her birthright for nothing. Evelyn was well protected, no matter how much her mother hated her general lack of class her father still protected her inheritance. It was through this that she built a school for poor children and dispersed meals for the destitute. This of course was anonymously done. A technocrat can't be seen to care about filthy peasants like the proles.
Appearance: She is a very small lady. Just coming in shy of five foot.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

xD

Freudian slip :p

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Lady Evelyn Callaghan

Name: Lady Evelyn Callaghan.
Age: 22
Social Class: Technocrat
Employment: Landowner/ N/A
Skills and abilities:
-Remarkably flexible, Miss Callaghan has studied ballet since she was a child.
-Philanthropy, years of fund raising has made her awfully persuasive and seeming to know simply everyone.
-Fencing, What would be a woman of the upper class if she didn't know how to wield a sabre?
-Blissful Ignorance, Evelyn is quite unaware of the difficulties of the lower class, not for a lack of caring.
Equipment:
-One ornately decorated purse(Hidden dagger)
-Her bloodline card (Proof of noble birth)
General Back Story: Lady Callaghan was born into nobility. A long, long line of nobles. Her parents were quite distant from her and she brought nothing but disdain to her parents. It was kind of hard for them to gain any sort of respectable daughter when they near outright refused to even talk to her, make her feel as if they were even family. Never the less she did get her support from her maidservant. A nice old woman called Mary, who tended to her every whim and comforted her every sorrow. She thought her more a mother than her own and Mary protected her interests. Well as much as a prole could, she advised her on the moves she had to make. Having served the Technocrats for many many years she knew precisely how devious and cruel they could be. Mary loved Evelyn like her own child and refused to lose her or for her to lose her birthright for nothing. Evelyn was well protected, no matter how much her mother hated her general lack of class her father still protected her inheritance. It was through this that she built a school for poor children and dispersed meals for the destitute. This of course was anonymously done. A technocrat can't be seen to care about filthy peasants like the proles.
Appearance:

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Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Might I throw my hat into the ring?

Looks interesting.

FRAMEs (Mech combat, political intrigue & corporate struggles)

Sarah had gratefully taken Cecilias' handou helping "hand". Shit Mr. Bubbles was trashed. Trashed beyond redemption actually and she knew it. Some powerful cognitive dissonance on her part however was what allowed her not to bust an ovary. She would have quite happily completely ignored her orders and ran to back up Richard in Cradle, however she felt quite woozy and drained of energy. Which was strange for her, very strange. Somewhat out of character for Sarah, Cecilias' orders hadn't been responded to with a sarcastic, angry or crude gesture or speech. But a simple disquieting,"Yes mam" before she stumbled backwards. Her CO having already moved back to continue giving orders and coverfire. Sarah fell back to the wall and slid down slowly. Sarah's tactical awareness was somewhat off she would admit, well, it was always near absent, though this, having completely missed the fact that there was actually quite a large piece of Mr. B deep into her side, real deep. Had to take the Darwin award hands down. She shivered some before her hand felt warm as she brought it to her side. Looking down to see a piece of the console had indeed lodged itself into her. "Ah..." She said softly to herself as she tried to centre her thoughts. What was the tactical situation right now? In typical Osbanian style of thought it brought her to the conclusion to say nothing. The objective had not been reached. Sarah thought to herself then commed Ms. Abdeldaker."Miss Marlene, I think...that Miss Cecilia could use some Sniper cover.. Can you reposition yourself? I really wouldn't mind it either right now. Kind of...feeling naked"

The adrenaline of fighting had started to wane. My god the pain was amazing. Probably more so than anything she had felt before, even the experiments that destroyed her eyes and ears. She didn't know how long had passed between then and suddenly hearing the the deafening silence following the battles end."Panthers do you copy!, For Osbania! For The Chairman! FOR THE MOTHERLAND!", her plants buzzed in her ears and she closed her eyes. Hearing Cecilia respond she knew a somewhat tentative all clear was sounded. She looked down and saw that their was a pretty impressive pool gathering around her. "Sorr..y Miss, Richard..I don't think...that was the case...", she gave a soft wince between gasps for air. Every breath was like being stabbed. "I..think...an I tol..d you..so Is in or..d...", sarah let out a cry. For all it seemed Sarah was actually quite the soft person. It didn't really take much to overwhelm her body, Like a crystal it would crack in the perfect circumstances.

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Two things for shits and giggles.

1. Please tell me that the Mech about to blow contains Ryder.
2. I think people gonna be a bit 'spicious bout a OSU woman whom just so happens to still have neural links to the motherland :D

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Awe boooo!