Demonic Angel

The Cruise Retreat

Keri's eye flickered towards the clock. It was 11:45am which meant that yesterdays events had talented their tolls but then again the whole starving herself wasn't helping. A feral vampire was t the best thing anyone needed. The woman walked into the bathroom feeling something wrong with her back. She glanced inside the mirror noting the scars on her body were lighter in coloring."Damn it!" The woman called out as Hiji came into the room.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

XP that will be a bad thing. As well as the twins meeting their parents again

The Cruise Retreat

Ariel pouted as she was continued to be dragged away.

Long Lost Love

A couple days had past and already Keri felt that her family had grown. Luna and Seth were beginning to spend much more time with each other as were Kokoro and Kyo. The only one she hadn't made any progress with was Colette. The girl was still pushing away and right now the girls powers were causing a shearing pain.

The Cruise Retreat

"Just until I go back to my room." She mumbled underneath her breath."I'm not a whore!" Ariel screamed at CJ. She tried to get out of the strong grasp only to foind out it wasn't as easy as it seemed. So she went with plan B."CJ you're pretty good looking."

Long Lost Love

Seth looked at her, stunned but the beautiful blush and the rather hot woman, making him feel uncertain if this was love or a hero feeling. He looked away with a very light blush showing."I just hope that you'll feel safer around me."

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Killian Jones, Azulia Ellison, and Oscar

Collab between myself, @Luna, and @Vietmyke

Killian finished slipping into his shirt just as the phone started playing a classical melody, a perfect fit to Charles in the young man’s opinion, with an eyebrow raised. He walked over to the small makeshift desk located a little bit off to his right. The guy’s hand reached outwards trying to decide if it was a prank or not. If it wasn't the professor, they would most likely be angry for the student ignoring his call. If it was, then there wasn't much the young man could do considering he couldn't text his teacher to leave him be.

He grumbled as his left hand slide the lock screen. The picture that was set as its home screen was from Killian's past. There was five people total sitting on the steps of an abandoned building. A memory which he would forget for the rest of his life. The only likely reason that the guy survived was because of one of friends being a vest while he ducked for cover. His head shook side to side as he forced the very thoughts in the back of his head for the time being.

The human paled at the request that Charles made. His lip twisted as his stomach churned. The man was to go to a crowded airport!? Clear the professor did quite understand the words hiding out until the threat on the his life had smothered. Then again the teacher had took the young man in at a young age so he did owe the the older man. A sigh passed Killian's lips as he slide on a leather jacket, grabbed his spare key, and walked out of the room’s entrance. He walked down the small hallway and turned right towards the doorway while texting Oscar that he would be late for their photo shoot. Once out of the front door the guy locked the house, got inside his car, and drove away.

Charles’ house looked much like it always did, a cozy little english-style home, white stucco accented by wooden bars, and gray slate tiles on its roof. This wasn’t Oscar’s first time visiting the home of his professor- as one of the few individuals at the college comfortable with who he was, it made sense that Oscar spoke to his professor moreso than some of the others at the school. Oscar was meeting up with another student today- Killian, another one of the Professor’s close students. Killian was a nice enough person, quite young by human standards to be attending a university, and rather quiet. Killian avoided saying much about himself, and as far as Oscar had observed, mostly kept to himself. How Oscar managed to find himself in company with this man, his logic circuits were still responding inconclusive, but this was probably one of the things Aeris had told him to just “let happen”.

Oscar and Killian were supposed to meet up that day to work on a project- Oscar was uncertain the nature of the project, as no one had told him, he just knew that he was there to take pictures and analyze data as it became relevant. The house, appeared quiet- perhaps Charles and Killian were already inside? Killian and Charles had a unique relationship, much like his own, and they did not seem to have any particular desire to divulge information regarding their status. Oscar made his way to the front door and began knocking.

Charles’ front door had some noticeable dents in its thick hardwood frame- the result of Oscar’s previous attempts at knocking several months back. Oscar had at the time, not yet fully adjusted to the strength of his body, relative to the resistance of the door. Already, Oscar’s right handed was covered with another layer of material- a leather glove, to prevent it from causing any more considerable damage to less solid surfaces than his own hand, with moderate success. 10 minutes into his knocking, Oscar concluded that perhaps no one was home. This was a strange circumstance, as both Charles and Killian had confirmed with Oscar that they would be meeting at this time. Running a quick risk-assessment algorithm through his logic core, Oscar decided that further investigation of the home would be necessary.

With little difficulty, Oscar pressed his left palm against the heavy oak door, and easily dug his fingers into the door. With as much effort as moving aside a piece of paper, Oscar cleanly pulled the door from its frame, and stepped in, somewhat awkwardly replacing the door in the frame as he entered the home. With no hinges to secure the door, the slab of oak slid down slightly, and leaned against the doorframe at a slight angle. Oscar slowly proceeded through the home, his scanners carefully combing every visible inch of each room as he entered. He made a slow sweep of the building, eventually ending back in the home’s front hall, Oscar came to the conclusion that nobody was home. Curious.

Looking out the window of the car she was sitting in, she sighed.She felt a little less conscious that she was wearing a red and black dress dress now that she was away from the airport. Her blonde hair was in a half braid, the slightly curly locks resting against her bare shoulder. She crossed her legs letting her black wedge touch underneath the glove compartment. Looking at the stranger that picked her up, she decided to ask question. She had too much silence this past week and it was extremely uncomfortable now.

[color=fuschia]”So if you aren't Mr. Charles...who the hell are you”[/color] She asked. Jet lag was hitting her hard at this point, adding to the mix of not getting much sleep since the devastating news. Thanks to her makeup though, she made it look like she didn't have any dark circle. Yes call her a girl for wearing makeup, but she knew well enough to make sure her crystals was not touched. She had a little bit eyeliner on and lip close, but that was about it.

A notification appeared in the corner of Oscar’s vision, a message from Killian telling him that he’d be late. The sentiment made sense. Oscar quickly responded in turn, his thoughts translating into text before sending the message back to Killian.

‘Understood. Is the professor with you? No one appears to be home.’

The car filled with the song’s lyrics describing the young man's life almost to a T. Maybe it was time to move on but then again at one point there were still hunters around the area, deep in their desperate search. This would make staying underneath their noses even harder. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he ground his teeth. Killian wasn't halfway to the airport which didn't help ease his mood. Yes, there had been improvement on how he treated each person but they still needed to show their loyalty. Just had Charles done when the hunters first got wind of the man many years ago. The sudden vibration from the cellphone caused the student's eyes to flicker off the road, just for a second, then flicker upwards in search for a spot to pull over.

The man pulled over to the right avoiding the question entirely at the moment, while also being thankful the back road was solemnly used, and grasped the electronic in his dominant hand. He quickly unlocked the screen while mentally cursing at himself for not leaving Oscar a text. Hopefully the guy was willing to help out tomorrow or perhaps tonight, depending on the evening went. 'Sorry about that Oscar. I forgot that Charles had a meeting tonight but he should be home by now. I need to pick someone up from the airport so it may be a while before we’re back. If you don't mind waiting for us then I will be in your debt.'

How many times had Killian used those words and backed out due to fear? He really was a wolf in sheep’s clothing though his prey was entirely different. The guy shook his head to clear away the lingering thoughts and concerns. He owed Charles his life, so this was the least he could do for the professor. "Killian Damien Jones. I'm a student at the college Charles teaches at. Actually I'm at least one of his students as well. Who are you?" he asked kicking the car in drive and turning towards home.

Oscar stood impassively in the center hallway of his professor’s home. Nodding to himself, Oscar sent the reply. ‘Understood. I will remain in this location until you arrive.’

A quick trace on Killian’s phone revealed that he was not far off. Oscar took it upon himself to continue investigating the house. It was strange that Charles wasn’t home. In all the time that Oscar had known the him, the Professor had been quite punctual, never missing an appointment by more than a few minutes. As such, this was some cause for concern. Likewise, the golems that typically guarded Charles’ were nowhere to be seen.

Artificial beings like himself- though much more rudimentary, Charles’ golems were a curiosity to Oscar, which had always been present during any of Oscar’s prior visits, making their absence distinctly noticeable. He didn’t particularly mind, as the golems were quite aggressive sometimes, but without them, the house was almost eerily quiet.

”My name is Azulia Ellison and I here to see Mr. Charles for circumstances you will know sooner or later” She grabbed two envelopes from the bag she put at her feet. Both had Charles name on it. The envelopes were thick enough that no one could read it through the outside which irked her to no end.

It was not fair that some stranger, not caring that her mom knew this guy, should be allowed to know her mother’s last words before she was. Last time she checked, she was the daughter and what was he, a former teacher and friend, where is the fairness in that. She could feel a hint of a headache attack the back of her skull, adding to the annoyance.

”Azulia Ellison? That’s a very unique name madam.” Killian's responded in a polite voice. He turned right towards the main road while noting the young woman seemed to be getting tired. The man shifted lower inside his seat while mentally hating the fact they had to use this road. The main road always seemed to be the fastest way to Charles home but there was also be dangerous drivers lingering in wait. Thankfully this didn't seem to be one for these times. The guy’s hands slowly gripped the steering wheel tighter as he glanced right and left more often than a normal person would. A left turn would bring them home as well as Oscar’s view if the android chose to peer outside.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

~Locations- Near the Reeves Mansion and New York Apartment (from the end of the search to about 3am)

Too much had happened in one single night. The search for Ben was finally at an end though the worry was still thickly laid in the air. Yeong shifted in her spot, eyes looking off in the distance near the mansion, with her arms crossed against her chest. No one seemed to have noticed the werewolf near the place though to be honest that was the way she liked it at least for the moment. A hand raised up and raked through her hair, while a figure walked inside the massive home, and added a mental list of what needed to be done before sleep could claim the girl.

The woman decided she had enough of this sight for one night. Perhaps Ji will leave the house number for the people inside or maybe leave their address for their new ward. Either way both of the sisters had a new pup to raise from scratch. No, a pain in the ass puppy who had disappeared like a wisp of smoke. The younger sibling quietly groaned just thinking about the hassle of training camp when the guy came back. In a way she hoped Ji remembered how they were raised but then again her sister didn't even remembered their first transformation, as if Yeong remembered every single detail. There was only certain things that the girl remembered. The two running away, wolves nipping at their heels, and the constant crashing feeling when the Alpha ordered something only to be ignored.

The woman shook her head in attempt to clear it. These thoughts weren't helping things and neither was walking in human form in city. She slowly began to shift back to her wolf form. The paws slowly stepped then scraped across the cement as the train of thoughts widened towards the conversation that her and Eric had earlier that day. Their parents didn't know that they were alive and if they did what would they say? How would the couple act or even see their oldest children? Were they truly monsters or were they the unnoticed heroes of their own story? Once the girl was near their home she turned back to human and snuck back inside the window, not daring to knock on the front door in case the oldest was sleeping, then walked towards her room.

Yeong gathered all of her clothes from the floor and placed them inside a clothes basket. The blankets on the futon in the right corner of the room was messy and unorganized making a unfamiliar twitch to remake the bed appear. Her figure crossed towards it, stripping the contents off, and then shook out the objects. The pillows were placed down first followed by the sheet and heavier blankets. Next thing that was taken care of was the peeled skin from early that night which was placed in its own garbage bag and thrown into the hallway. The girl went to the bathroom with another bag then proceed to clean up the skin inside there, as well as start making mop water and grabbed the broom and dust pan. Once the water was done she quickly grabbed the bags and dragged them outside and placed them into the apartment dumpster. The younger sister walked back inside, swept the whole house including her own room, then mopped everything. By the time her laundry was placed inside the washer and started the time was a little past 3 am.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Prisoner-Talon Soule

Technical data

Name: My name is Talon Soule.
Species: I'm an Amaran.
Age: I'm sixteen years old.
Gender: I'm a female.
Faction: I am a part of the Jedi Order.
Rank: I'm a Padawan.
Master: Currently I have no master.
Former master(s): He was killed outside the temple during the sacking at the Jedi Temple. His name was Ceros Spiralfall.
Time/location of capture: Inside the Jedi Temple located on Coruscant during the Sacking.

Concerning you

As a prisoner, your wardrobe is limited. When you were captured, how do you look and what clothes do you have on now?

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I was wearing a pair of trousers, shirt which I use once in awhile, and a vest. I have an earring in my right ear. My height is about waist high and I also wear gloves that have the figures cut off just to keep a connection with my former life. My Jedi robe is dark brown but I never really wear the thing unless I get too cold.

You got captured. Did you make any mistakes that led to this, or were others at fault?

To be honest I would like to say that it was the temple's fault yet for some strange reason my constance will not allow me. I can't place the blame upon my deceased Master, yet I can't help be feel as if there should be blame placed upon someone's shoulders. I was half to blame since I had tried to make the man proud ever since we were matched granted a Jedi Master technically aren't allowed to become too close with their Padawans. Maybe this is my punishment for my former life or even a punishment for ever living. The fault was mine in a way. I was upset about going to the temple for a new mission since we had been working for a while without any breaks and I guess I had distracted him because when that one familiar With appeared my master told me to run to the temple and help evacuate the younglings. I went to refuse only to be pushed forward as the Sith attacked which left me no choice but to do as I was told. For some unknown reason I decided to look back just in time to see my master killed in front of my eyes.

When I was inside the temple I force myself to focus and do as I was told. What I didn't know was that there was Sith inside our temple. Needless to say I was founded and eventually caught by one while trying to give her something to chase instead of younglings to take or hurt. Not one of my finest moments granted but it worked.

The Force is your ally. How do you use it?

Force Speed, telekinesis throw, force sight, force sense, precognition, mind trick, force jump, tutaminis, and Telekinetic defence. These are the skill in know but I'm not very good with them since I'm not the type for meditation and things such as that. It's not that I don't want to more like I have to be in constant movement or else it will feel as if I might go insane from sitting around on the floor for too long.

Having the Force did not keep you safe. What other skills can help you escape?

My master was an Investigator so I learned to research my target quickly and efficiently. I was also taught about forensic and detective skills to help identify the criminal behind the crime. The hardest thing I had to learn was how to survive inside a unexpected scenario such as an ambush from our enemies or another event happening at the same time. As a thief I know how to steal in order to fill a job order or obtain what I need in order to jump an obstacle in my path. The pickpocket skill will come in handy when a Sith with a key cames walking by and doesn't notice a thing as you take what you need. Slicing comes in handy if you have to hack a door open in order to gain entry to an off limits spot or break out of a prison cell.

What was your life like before you got captured? Which major events shaped your life?

My life before the Jedi was rather difficult. I learned the skills to survive and once the Jedi found me I never really looked back. Mainly due to many bad choices that had gotten a few friends killed on jobs. Another reason is because I don't truly feel the need to look back into the past or ponder on what I could have done differently as well as the positive outcomes. Then again I grew up in a very different place than any other Jedi had. So if you would still like to know then let us go back through my memories and find out where everything fell apart.

I heard from the people who raised me that my parents were beast tamers. From what it sounded like they were one of the best who always stopped by Nar Shaddaa to sell their product. My mother gave birth to me on one of these runs. It's funny how a joyful moment can be swiped away from an infant especially when your parents had done nothing wrong yet the people who took their lives seemed to deem it necessary. After that happened I was raised by the local thieves. They tried their best to show me love but even they didn't truly know how to show someone like me this affection. So the group decided to teach me something better that even my kind would thrive at. The wonderful life of a thief.

I was about five when I was first taught to pickpocket though in the beginning stages I was just the cute decoy while someone from our group looted the person clean. I thought it was just all fun and games at the time until I was told to pick my very first pocket at the age of five and a half. I remember my heart racing as they slowly pushed me toward a man in the streets. I could tell by the scent he wasn't from our moon but the dead giveaway was how finely dressed he was making the perfect target to steal from. My paws become sweaty and my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest as a hand reached up to grasp the very first coin. As my paw felt around for his wallet, only to feel it slowly shifting underneath my claw at first then traveling up into my palm, just as the man moved forward to pass by a what could have been a witness. The adrenalin rush I felt that moment made me feel so good that I continued to do the act. By seven it became to come naturally, as if it was embedded in my instincts, which was about the same time I learned another thieving trick.

I remember walking around with nothing to do while my family went to gather information on another job before seeing something leaning over the door as if they were telling someone a secret. I didn't know that I was slowly inching forward until the person nearly jumped out of their skin thinking I was law enforcement. I was told to go away and forget I saw but my curious nature seemed to kicked in because the next thing I knew my body shifted to the right for a better look. The girl yelled a couple more times before finally stop all together. She was slowly slicing the secretary system, though at the time I had no clue what was going on, just that the system was shut down. She went inside them come out with something inside her hands with a smile upon her lips. The next day the young woman was doing the same thing which caught my attention. I slowly and quietly walked behind her and just watched, only to scare the woman half to death when she finished.

After a while I was able to earn the woman's trust which helped me gain a new skill though I wasn't any good at it. I mainly stuck to the skill I was best at, granted that each time I tried setting my goal higher which was a risk in itself, but we would have thought that I would meet a real life Jedi during my job hours. He was just a man with a dark brown robe with something clipped to his belt. By the time my paws grabbed onto the metal the guy had grabbed the scruff of my shirt in order to keep me still. His eyes narrowed down at me, as if he knew something about me that I didn't know myself, he mentioned about me being force sensitive and that I needed to go with him. My hand slashed upward as I screamed at the top of my lungs forcing the man's grip to loosen allowing me to escape. After that the guy seemed to follow me everywhere even when I was sure that there was no way that the Jedi would follow. Eventually I stopped long enough to ask the stranger what he wanted only to get an exciting and upsetting answer.

I was tempted to go yet in a way I wasn't happy about it. New places to steal from would help strengthen my skills but a new place meant somewhere far and unfamiliar. Yes, I wanted out of this place but at the same time I knew that it would be harder to learn a brand new way of doing things. Something in which I honestly wasn't looking forward to in my life span but then again I was curious to see different places for a change of scenery. I asked if there was another way only to be turned down. I remember trying to run away and stay away only for our game of chase to continue until I finally agreed to the arrangement. I lead the Jedi home and explained everything to my group only to be shut out, leaving me nothing to come back to but a broken heart. We went to his ship after a gather what little I owned and took off. I knew I was leaving everything I knew behind but at that moment my feelings were to run away and never look back.

When we arrived at the temple I felt excited as well as betrayed by those who raised me but then again there was no honor among thieves so in a way it was to be expected. As we walked I observed which Jedi would most likely be the easiest to steal from and the ones who would be the hardest to get close enough to. When I was told to stay while he talked to some people my ears would shift to from side to side, as if to be used as I was signalling someone, but in reality it was showing where my interest was at the moment. When the man come back he wasn't alone. A woman followed close behind him after which made me very nervous about what would be down with me. After some whispering they had finally came to a decision that I would stay at the temple and train to become a possible Jedi. The training was hard and I felt sick going against what I was taught to believe in but eventually I had slowly seen that the ideas of both teachings were similar in many ways but the methods were completely different. When it was time for the trails I knew that I was ready to show off what I had learned so when I was happy and proud of myself yet I was also rather curious to what my life would be like now.

The master that was assigned to me was an Investigator named Ceros Spiralfall. He was a kind man who helped me become better at slicing granted we didn't always get along at times. I was a stubborn kid who was mainly set in their ways and the man was the teacher trying to turn my head towards his ways. I think this was the reason we ended up getting along most of the time or maybe it was because I just wanted to make him proud like a child would for their father yet I could tell there was a rather large amount of distance between us. That all changed on my very first mission as a Padawan. The information was either falsified or it could have been human error yet the Sith was able to fool us rather well and easily lead us into an ambush. It was supposed to be a simple supply line, nothing too big and nothing too small, but when we got there we have walked right into an ambush. Yeah supply lines are sometimes guarded but the Jedi knew something wasn't since it was more heavily than the ones than the ones we recently ran into. We continued forward slowly not knowing we were running into an ambush until the last second. During the battle I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins which helped keep me focused. But after the battle was the hardest part since what we assumed was said supply line turned out to be a slave center, showing the real evil in this world, as my heart became heavy my master took me aside and told me examples of the good still imprinted in this world. I believe this was when we started drifting closer and as we worked together our bond seemed to grow. Before the Sacking we were going to obtain information on our next mission though neither of us expected to run into Sith.

How do you keep yourself calm in captivity? How do you keep your will to escape strong?

I do a lot of things to keep calm since I am not able to stay still for long periods of time. I gather information on where major supply areas are for the Sith. Another is just doing physical exercise while meditating such as sparing, push ups, sit ups, and walking around the cell. I also keep my thieving skills sharp by stealing from other prisoners and the Sith that come by. Lastly I like to cause trouble to show these guys I'm not afraid of them in the least bit grant most times I'm caught. Will is another story. To keep my will up I help others escape this place with messages to the Jedi of the places they need to hit.

How well do you hold up under pressure? Do you have a high pain threshold?

I think of other things while under pressure granted that it's very hard most times. If that doesn't work I think of the pain that the Sith inflicted on me and how I'm saving others from the same fate. The pain threshold is something I know I can hold considering how many that back home people would do one of three things.
Beat you to a pulp, cut you up, or kill you one sight. The order of the actions didn't matter more than who you had made mad or in some cases who you had stolen from and how much they wanted to teach you a lesson.

Lightsabers. Though you lost yours, it would be good to know what style(s) you use.

There wasn't many styles that really fit me due to my height. I had a yellow colored Lightsaber shoto. For the fighting style I use Ataru.

Have you encountered other prisoners or Sith in the past?

(Echo told me not to worry about this part)

Out of Character

How powerful is (s)he in the Force?

Talon is fairly well with the basics yet she lacks in keeping the Force up to date. The constant movement helps her relax and focus instead of the Jedi's normal methods which makes the girl rather unique. She's aware that being in prison has slowly taken her skills in the Force to lower over time so instead of just sitting around and meditating the way the teenager does it is doing physical exercise while meditating.

Has your character encountered members of the Strike Team / Rescuers before?

Not that I am aware of.

Nobody with any sort of wisdom wants to speak of their flaws. Especially not to their enemies, so what are your character’s flaws?

Talon is rather addicted to the rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins. This is mainly because of her life as a criminal well and being in constant danger while living on Nar Shaddaa. Often times the teenager will lie in order to hide her feelings towards others yet her tail and ears can shed light to one single emotion that can be seen. When frightened the young woman's ears fold back towards her head and her tail wraps around the owner's waist granted the natural fluffiness makes it look rather strange when one sees it. Talon tends to revert back to her old ways of causing trouble and using old skills just to keep them sharp as well as messing with any Sith inside the cell blocks.

Is your character any good at holding out against torture?

I want to said that she can handle hours of torture and still wouldn't break no matter what but I really can't say that. I wouldn't go as fair to say that there is no ways and could ever handle handle the cruel actions of the Sith because of where my fox was born and her jod. I can however say that it would be an average amount. Personally I'm hoping to make it to where the girl proves to be a challenge considering that amount of pain she can handle.

What is your character’s personality like? What motivates him/her?

Talon doesn't show her emotions through words or at least fully. She can tell a good lie, just like any other criminal who lived on Nar Shaddaa, but her features will tell the truth. The corner of the teenager’s mouth will twitch, those with the keenest of eyes can can see it right away, that's not easy to see. The young woman needs to know everything about people mainly because of learning under an investigator Jedi. She's very anti-group work but will suck up her feelings about to and work together with others.

What motivates Talon is the thought of helping people. Yes, she tends to go back to her old ways but she does it trying to use them for good. In a way the girl is like a very cheesy super hero with a terrible origin story. She's willing to learn new ways in order to help with her goals even while staying in the prisons and with a huge chance of dying a horrible death by the Sith.

Do you have any limits as to what is “ok” to happen to your character?

I would have to say that the only true limitation to what happens to my character are her tail getting cut off. I understand that there are going to be characters that die which I don't mind making another character from scratch. There are some things I prefer not to happen but in my mind set it's like asking players to not leave an everlasting impression on my character. I want the players to become creative in the writing and allow me to enhance my own since my character's don't react as well as they should in dangerous scenarios. Not to mention I love being evil to my own characters.

Do you want your character to escape?

Eventually I would like Talon to escape but not right away. Mainly because I want obtain as much information as she can in order to help the Jedi rescue teams and strikers. I also want the girl to continue her former Master's work and destroy their supply chains to at least slow them down. Yet in a way I would also like for her to learn new skills from a different Jedi in a different position to help the young woman see a new point of view in a Jedi's life.

How easily do you wish to be captured?

Since Talon is going to be captured by Jewel it's most likely going to an easy capture. As the player I would like my character to have her captor go on a run because of a harder moving target and not to mention the adrenaline rush. So for I made my girl love getting into dangerous situations just for thrills so I would like to keep it that way IC. Yet I also want the teenager to play hit and run just to tick the Sith off.

What do you think your character is doing in a few IC months?

My character would be gather information on the Sith and other prisoners. Picking out who can be trusted, who wants to escape, who might be lined with the enemy, and things such as that. After she's gathered all the information she can then comes the hard part. The teenager would write it out before helping some prisoners escape, giving the item to one specific person or in some cases dividing each message into pieces, allowing the Jedi to strike the Sith where it hurts.

Does your character have any secrets useful for the GMs’ plots?

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The Cruise Retreat

The woman cursed at CJ making Keri pissed off even more. Some just snapped. She wanted the girl over board, lost in the sea, and never found. The vampire slowly walked towards them with a dead look. This would instantly place CJ in protective mode before the woman would place a hand on her.