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Hosts: A Demon RP

This seems pretty interesting. I've got an idea for a Host of Wrath, but I peeked at the IC to see if anyone else was leaning toward that. Since I did see one person, I'm gonna give it a day or two to see what happens, but I will be getting to work on a CS in the meantime

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

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Vincent crouched by the edge of the pit, probably closer than he should be, especially as he leaned forward to get a better look. Down below, his sharp eyes could make out the forms of seven thralls. He had yet to familiarize himself with what their names were, but he could see a few with claws while the rest milled around, dragging swords along the ground. Off to the side, he could also see a hint of the mouth of a cave or a tunnel. As he inspected the pit from where he was, a surprisingly thoughtful expression on his face, he couldn't shake a nagging feeling that had taken root in the back of his mind ever since Renee told the group about it.

He rose to his feet and scratched the back of his head before he said, "I know I'm not exactly the brightest crayon in the toolshed, but something I've learned is to trust my instincts. Because of them, I haven't died, yet. Well, permanently, at least." He crossed his arms and turned toward his comrades as he added, "I've just got this kinda...hinky feeling, you know? I'm probably overthinking things, which is a weird and pretty uncomfortable feeling, but I thought it was worth mentioning, at least."

He then gave his trademark (over)confident smirk and added, "Anyway, boss, what's the plan? I'm not any less willing to knock some skulls just 'cause I've got some weird feeling."

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Sean Anderson

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Mentions: @dreamingflowers @Theyra @Force and Fury}

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The trapdoor in the telescope room opened as Sean resurfaced once more. He stretched his arms over his head, not for the first time pondering how strange it was that he still felt the need to stretch his artificial arm even after having had it for almost a decade, and rolled his neck. He had been hunched over his workbench for so long performing maintenance on one of his combat arms that his shoulders felt stiff. He still wasn't quite finished, though, the internal damage having been more extensive than he originally expected, so he still had one of his spare arms equipped. While it still had one or two weapons tucked away, he didn't consider it one of his combat models, given that it was on the heavier side.

Sean let out a quiet yawn and stepped out into the hall just in time to see Poppy and Desmond leave what he remembered as being Lysandra's room. He made a note to check in on her later, but for the time being, he felt as if he needed to check in on someone else a bit more. He walked down the hall, his hands in his pockets, as he inadvertently followed Poppy and Desmond toward the medical area, where he found the person he wanted to talk to sitting on a cot. Sean put on his best, friendliest smile as he approached the stranger from behind. He knocked his steel hand against the rail of the privacy curtain to get their attention. "Heya," he said, still wearing his easy smile. "You look like you have some questions. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm about as qualified to answer those questions as the next guy."

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

_{Interactions: @FunnyGuy @Exit @PigeonOfAstora @dreamingflowers}

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As Vincent walked with his little group, plus Renee, he laced his fingers behind his head and looked around. In his travels, he had come across various communities a lot like this one, people trying their best to make a the best life they could in this hellish world, wary of newcomers. At least they're not trying to chase us off with those pitchforks, he mused, unfazed by the attention. Then again, they all probably know why we're here and that's the only reason they're not trying to run us through.

As they approached the shed, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. A few of the people who had been staring had gotten back to work, tending livestock or their gardens, but many of them were still staring warily at him and his friends. A smirk crossed his face as he turned around and placed a hand on his hip. He ran his other hand through his dark hair and called out, "Please, please, everyone, no need to be shy. I know it's not every day you see someone as perfectly handsome as me, but I promise, I won't bite." After a moment, he added with a wink, "Much." With that, he turned around and entered the shed, not noticing the grumbling or eyerolls behind him.

He walked over to where everyone was gathered around a table and peered over Akaia's shoulder as Renee told them where they were going. Hearing Akaia echo it, he let out a low whistle and said, "Cheery, as far as names go." He crossed his arms and confidently smirked as he added, "Well, in my experience, the more depressing a name a place has, the more fun I'll have. What're we looking at as far as enemies go?"

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Sean Anderson

_{Interactions: @dreamingflowers @khosmik @Theyra}

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Sean had known the Commune long enough to know that when Poppy told one to do something, it was best if one listened, especially when she used that tone. He shouldered his pack and followed Desmond toward the observatory. Before he went inside, he saw Poppy disappear into the forest. He started to reach for the pistol holstered under his left arm, but after a moment, let his arm drop, that loose component in his arm clicking quietly as he did. If whoever Poppy found in the forest, assuming they were still there, decided to turn things violent, Sean knew he was better off trying to find someone else like Ajax. After all, he was only human and he didn't trust his aim enough to provide any meaningful contribution. He used a shotgun for a reason, after all.

Instead, he turned around and continued to follow Desmond inside. "Nice to meet you, Desmond. And you don't need to worry about finding a spot for me," Sean told him with an easy grin. "Unless anything's changed, Erik set aside a spot for me in the escape tunnel a couple of years back. Might be pretty dusty, but I should have a bed and a workshop down there."

As he led the way down the hall toward the telescope room, Sean noticed a door to his left was slightly ajar. The name on the door read "Desmond" and Sean caught a glimpse of someone laying in the bed. However, he knew better than just walking into someone's room, even if that someone was right next to him, so he resolved to talk to Desmond and Poppy about it later. This pack's getting kinda heavy, anyway, he thought as he and Desmond entered the room. He strode purposefully toward a crimson rug laying off to the side and pulled it away to reveal a trapdoor. He pulled it open and took in a deep breath. "Ah, smell that wonderful, stale, musty air," he told Desmond with a grin.

He dropped his pack into the hole and started to climb down the short ladder. After a couple of steps, he looked up at Desmond and said, "If anyone needs me, I'll be down here for a bit. I've got some work to do." That said, he dropped down to the floor and flipped a light switch. Bare lightbulbs flickered to life down the length of the tunnel as he shouldered his pack again and began to walk. He didn't go very far before he came to a wooden door on his right. He tried to open it, only to find it locked, and he let out a quiet curse as he dropped his pack again. He searched through the various pockets and pouches before he finally came across a ring of keys, then took a few more moments trying each key one at a time before he found the right one. "Suppose that's what I get for taking so long between visits," he muttered as he carried his pack into the room.

He flipped another switch and, once again, lights flickered to life, revealing a medium-sized room, the walls, floor, and ceiling of which were covered in plastic sheets to prevent dirt and other debris from accumulating. A table sat against the far wall, on top of which was a red metal toolbox, and to the left of it was stood a bookcase. Instead of books, however, the shelves held containers full of bits and pieces made of various materials. Against the wall to his right was a desk which had several computer monitors sitting on top of it, complete with a computer tower that sat below, jury-rigged with parts that Sean had scavenged from various systems, and a bed sat against the wall to his left. The most notable thing in the room, however, were the arms. There were three of them, each one a bionic prosthesis, held up by a set of hooks and wrapped securely in more plastic sheeting. Through the sheeting, it would be clear that, while each one was made of steel, each one looked different from the others.

He walked over to the workbench and pulled an arm off of the wall. This arm was the simplest out of the set, made only for when Sean wasn't planning on going out into the world. "Alright, let's get to work," he said as he shrugged his jacket off.

Guardians

Hey, sorry it's taking me so long to finish my sheets. My two characters know each other, so they're gonna have a shared biography and I'm just having a little bit of trouble figuring out what to write. I'll do my best to get it up tomorrow after I get home from work!

Code Vein (Closed)

Sean Anderson

_{Interactions: @dreamingflowers @khosmik @Theyra}

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Sean continued to help Poppy collect the multicolored shards, looking up when Desmond approached. Upon being asked who he was, Sean gave a friendly grin and waved with his left hand. "Name's Sean," he said past his still-burning cigarette. "No need to worry about me, I'm a friend. I've been stopping by here for the last...five years, I think it is, now? You can consider me a kinda travelling salesman, of sorts. I'll only be here a few days, or so, if you guys have need of me." As he spoke, his eyes darted up and down the newcomer, analyzing him. Unless he was born without that eye, I think it's safe to say he's human, he concluded. He's open, but wary. Of course, in this day and age, who isn't? Seems to be something more there, though I can't quite put my finger on it. Kind of protectiveness, maybe?

Sean's eyes then turned toward yet another new face. They appeared young, with strange two-toned hair, most of it being dark with a shock of white. They were also tall, much taller than himself, and skinny enough that it looked like they would fall over at the slightest breeze. What stood out the most, even past the tattoos and piercings, however, was the seemingly lost look in their eyes, a look that Sean recognized very well from his time with the provisional government. A newly awakened revenant, or at least one that had recently dispersed and reconstituted, he decided. Interesting people always seem to flock here.

Thanks to his proximity, Sean was able to clearly hear Indigo tell Poppy there was someone in the woods, watching them. His eyes subtly shifted in the direction Indigo indicated and, sure enough, there was someone or something in the trees. "Well, looks like catching up's gonna have to wait," he quietly said with a chuckle as he rose to his feet. His steel right hand gleamed in the sunlight as he took his cigarette between his index and middle fingers. He took a drag, then removed the cigarette as he exhaled, smoke spilling from his lips as he dropped his cigarette and snuffed it out with his boot. As he did, he told Poppy in a low voice, "I'm no Ajax or Akaia, but I'm sure I can get around them and cut off their escape if you wanna question them. Your call, Pops."

Guardians

Great! I'll work on my CS's tomorrow, then! Looking forward to writing with you all!

Guardians

You guys still accepting? I've got a couple of characters I've been dying to use

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

_{Interactions: @FunnyGuy @Exit @PigeonOfAstora}

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Vincent watched Juice for a moment after he asked where they were coming from and where they were going. He knew he wasn't the smartest person, but he wasn't stupid enough to outright tell someone where their home base was. He glanced over to Erik, then looked back at Juice as he said, "Tell you what. We're on our way to see what happened to some traders that were supposed to swing by our place. If it's cool with our boss, here, why don't you tag along and we'll see how things play out? An extra set of eyes never hurt anything, after all."

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Sean Anderson

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A cool breeze blew across the man as he stood among the trees, tousling his already messy dark hair. Vivid green eyes peered through wire-framed glasses, one of the lenses of which sported a hairline crack, as he looked up at canopy. The season has yet to officially change, but even so, he could spot a few leaves here and there that had started to change color. "About time," he muttered with a faint smirk, the hint of what sounded like an Irish accent lacing his voice. "Can't stand the heat."

He adjusted the heavy pack on his shoulders and pulled a beat-up box of cigarettes out of the left pocket of his jacket. Getting low. I'm gonna have to make some more later, he thought to himself as he slipped one into his mouth, then pulled a book of matches out of his right pocket. As he moved his arm, he could hear something inside of it quietly clacking. It had been a while since he last did maintenance on it and given the rough treatment he sometimes put it through, something had probably gotten knocked loose. He lit his cigarette and dropped the used match after he put the flame out, then looked down the path he had been walking as he took a long drag. "How long has it been since I last stopped by here? Gotta be a year, at least," he mused to himself as he slipped his hands back into his pockets. Out of all the settlements he frequented, Crow's Nest had always been his favorite. The people that lived there were always fun to talk with, but even more than that, their base was an old observatory. They mostly used the telescope to keep an eye on the city, but more than once, he had used it for it's original purpose of looking into the stars.

He adjusted his pack again and began to walk, his footsteps quiet on the slightly overgrown path. As he walked, he found himself thinking about how he had found himself on this familiar approach. For the last few years, he had taken on the role of a hired hand, selling his vast knowledge and expertise in return for supplies. A few days ago, he had discovered he was low on food and some medicine that he couldn't easily create. After consulting a map he had made, he realized he was in the neighborhood and decided to pay his favorite settlement a visit. "Wonder how everyone's doing," he thought aloud as the observatory started to come into view.

Almost immediately, he could see a familiar shock of red among the green, surrounded by small, twinkling shimmers that littered the ground. While the Commune could have easily taken in some new blood since the last time he came by, Sean could tell who it was from the wings that sprouted from her back. Unaware of the figure watching from the forest, Sean leisurely approached and called out, "Heya, Pops! Long time, no see!"

He crouched next to her and picked up a shard of colored glass. He looked up and, upon noticing the broken window, asked, "Yeesh, what happened here? A ping-pong game get a little too competitive?"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP Interest Check

I'd like to throw my hat into the ring, if that's cool. Are we allowed to have more than one character?

Code Vein (Closed)

Vincent Ryder

_{Interactions: @FunnyGuy @Exit @PigeonOfAstora}

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Vincent wasn't entirely sure what to make of this loud, helmeted stranger. When the newcomer, Juice, teleported over to him, Erik, and the cloaked Akaia, he couldn't help but feel himself tense up. He never did like teleporters, Cerise having been the exception. It was always hard for him to get a bead on them in a fight, especially if they avoided getting within punching distance. If there was one thing he hated more than enemies that didn't stick around long enough for him to punch, it was enemies that never got close enough in the first place. He felt himself relax, however, when Juice adopted the same friendly tone Erik had been using before he disappeared in another dark cloud of mist.

When he heard Juice's voice from behind, Vincent turned to find him admiring the van. Vincent had never been a gearhead, so he couldn't see why Juice was so excited to see the beat-up van. "It gets us from A to B, yeah," he answered as he walked over. He crossed his arms and leaned against the front passenger door as he said, "I'm Vincent. Were you the one making those explosions a bit ago?"