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The Secret World

CS is up, but still WIP, will finish it tomorrow!

The Secret World

_{CÉDRIC QUINT}

_{P R E L U D E}

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Cédric was born in the city of Marseille, France, as the son of a Policemen and a Nurse. Growing up in the poor north of the city, he had to witness how his loving father slowly turned towards the Drinking, as a wound after an car accident left him paralyzed in the right side of his body. At the age of seven, his parents divorced, leaving Cédric and his two younger sisters in a shattered wreckage of a home. Facing violent abuse from both his alcoholic father, and the new boyfriend of their mother, Cédric began to spend most of his youth with friends outside on the streets.

With sheer luck and tricking, he was able to finish his education, and even to pursue a career as a police officer, just like the father he remembered from his early youth. But his friends had taken different paths, and soon, he would be torn between turning an blind eye towards their illegal activities, and his duty as a soon-to-be policeman. It was at the age of twenty, when he was celebrating a friends birthday at his apartment, when the police came to arrest everyone inside. It turned out, that his friend had began to mingle in the drug trade, and only his fathers reputation, and old connections could protect Cédric from ending in jail, yet the mere connection to this raid, was enough to justify his dishonorable discharge, even through, he wasnt even an fully trained cop yet.

In the same year, his father died, and to much surprise, left quite an inheritance for his children. With a grim knowledge about the nature of this money, holding a stench of drugs on it, Cédric thought it best to leave France behind, and start a new life in the USA. Settling down in Boston at the age of 21, he lied about his past, as well as his age, claiming to be a former member of the France "Gendarmerie nationale", and adjusted his age to fit his story. Rather then trying his luck with the Boston Police Department, he lived on his money for a time, acting as a "Private Investigator" when asked for his profession. Rather soon, he even rented to take an office, and a mere year later, "Quint Private Investigation" was born.

The job sounded far more thrilling then it actually was, but the lack of money, and other skills kept Cédric on spying on runaway lovers, cheating partners and employees. He worked just as much as he needed, which was quite a lot, since he still lived far over his earnings, with flamboyant parties, fast romances, and an weakness for other expensive luxuries. Debts started to build up, and soon, Cédric himself was under investigation himself, for more then one loan Shark wanted its money back.

It was in this dire situation that he was offered a strange, anonymous contract. For a ridiculous amount of money, he had to find a young child, which had been taken by "Men in Dark Robes". Unable to refuse, he took the contract, and had his first contact with the void, but with sheer luck, bravado and stupidity, was not only able to survive, but also to safe the little girl. Finding out that she was an orphan, and with nowhere to go, he took her in, and soon adopted her. Her name was Natalie, five years old by then, and the only woman he ever would stay loyal to.

Unable to understand what had happened, he found out that all his debts had been payed for. Confused, disturbed and frightened by his memories of the rescue, he escaped into drinking, other woman, and the duties of a spoiling father, doing his best to help the traumatized Natalie to overcome her dark memories. It took only a month for him to be once more in a position, where he was unable to refuse a anonymous contract! Three years of a devilish circle would follow. Each contract would take him deeper into the influence of the void, and each time he returned more traumatized, and more damaged from what he had witnessed. Soon not even his old vices could offer solace, and his only anchor of sanity was his little girl, who he swore to always protect from the horrors that once almost had claimed her life.

It was after the third year, that he would met his clients for the first time, on the day of Natalies eight birthday. Visiting a amusement park with her, he only spend a single moment leaving her alone, before she vanished. In Panic, Cédric wanted to look for her, only to have a man place a note with an address in his hand. Following it, he came to a rundown Motel, in which he would find Natalie, as well as a man, wearing a fine suit, who spoke with a strange accent and reeking of Lavender. One more time, Cédric would have to take on one last Contract from "the Loyalist Society", but this time, failure would cost Natalies life.

The contract that would take him to a small town in Alaska was the one that send him over the edge. Send there to find out about the whereabouts of a young mystic. To this day, Cédric is unable to recall what has happened in the three weeks he was in this town, but the last thing that he could remember is that he entered the Chapel and the ever present smell of Lavender.

He was found by a truck driver, wandering aimlessly through trough the snow, near starvation, and with bleeding eyes. The next five years, Cédric spend in an Asylum near Boston, haunted by strange memories of ruins in a dark mist, and places he never had been. Suffering from a terrible Schizophrenia, paired with hallucinations, and fits of mindless rage, he was declared terminally insane.

Things changed, as all of the sudden, any symptoms of his insanity vanished, and Cédric returned to a state of mental stability over night. The doctors of the Asylum wanted to keep him in for further surveillance, but a call from the Department of Paranormal Surveillance changed their mind. Released from the Asylum, missing five years of his life, Cédric was greeted by two agents of Department of Paranormal Surveillance, outside the gates of the Asylum. They told him that Natalie had been placed in a loving foster Family, and was unharmed. She even had visited him almost every week, until his state had exacerbated, that the asylum had forbade it.

Seeing her finally happy, and overcoming her past, Cédric knew that if he would return into her life, she would once more be confronted with the horrors she had went through. With nowhere else to go, he accepted the offer to work as a freelancing agent and adviser for the DPS, under the condition that Natalie would be get a fully paid collage education, and protection from the "Loyalist Society".

_{I D E O L O G Y}

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The driving force behind every action made by Cédric since his release from the asylum, is a burning desire to protect a world from the Void. Seeing himself not as a warrior, he still is able to show a foolhardy bravery if needed, that many see as the boldness of a man who has nothing more to lose. Willing to give his last against the Void, his fear of the void has turned into a fatalistic acceptance of its existence, and nihilistic view on the human nature itself in comparison towards it. Convinced that Humanity is indeed fighting a losing battle, he sees his duty to resist for the sake of resisting, and protection what one holds dear.

This view on the world has led him to develop quite a cold personality, which left him uncaring for most people he works with. Still, he is able to put up a mask of a charismatic Investigator, if the situation should require it.

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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Standing 6'2" tall, he has a rather slim look to him, even trough he is still quite sportive for his age. Soon getting into his early forties, his hair has already a few shades of grey in them. His eyes are narrow, and lay deep, mostly with dark circles right beneath them.

Above his eyes are deep, white scares, whos origin never was truly confirmed. The doctors inside the asylum believed them to be the result of a desperate attempt to claw his own eyes out, but further medical investigation has shown that these cuts couldn't come from a human fingernail.

In terms of clothing has Cédric embraced the "Film Noir" look. Mostly in trench-coats, vests and fitting pants. Dressing sharply and expensive, he has a taste for the finer things in life, and as such is seldom seen in private without an expensive watch and a fitting pair of sunglasses.

_{W A R F A R E}

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During his time in the Service of the "Loyalist Society" he was provided with a few artifacts to aid in his missions. They seldom provided any explanation, except how it was to use, so Cédric had to find most information's about the origin of his possessions himself.

-An M1911 Pistol, no an artifact, but just a practical tool for self defense. He mostly carries it in an holster under his arms on the left side

-An Mars Automatic Pistol, serial number 81, created by Rudolf Altberg-Ehrenstein, an Occultist and member of the Thule Society, during the period between the two world wars, wrote a number of books about the nature of the Void (of which few still exist, and all that do are highly valued for its insight into the Void). He also had theories, about the way both dimensions were connected, and that places of great Emotional Turmoil where more "Loud" for the void, and as such able to drown out its own influence. To proof his point, he convinced Hugh Gabbet-Fairfax to create one last handgun, made out of steel of bayonets from the field of Verdun. With a firm believe, to have created the ultimate weapon against the void, he vanished shorty after, never to be seen again.
Gifted the weapon by an courier, Cédric found the weapon effective against the beings of the Void, but far from being the "the ultimate Weapon". Besides that, it is not uncommon that people hear whispers, screams of even have short flashbacks of others lifes, when holding this weapon.

-A music box, creator Unknown, playing the "Tannhäuser-Marsch". Little is know about its creation, or even by whom it has been build. Every person who holds onto the box, when playing, is invisible for anyone with a deep connection to the void, yet the music itself remains. Finding it out the hard way, anyone who holds onto the box, also cant harm anyone affected by the box. After two minutes of playing the cord needs to be turned back for at least four minutes.

-The head of an small angle Figurine, creator unknown, also linked towards the "Thule Society", due to german writing on its bottom. The head starts to smile as soon as the person travels into the void, and frowns as soon as one finds himself in the real world. The head also forms a smirk at anyone who is using the Void, and screams, without a sound, at anyone who is possessed by it.

_{T R I V I A}

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+Cédric deeply despises Lavender, and hates the smell of it
+Speaks with a thick French accent, but is able to hide it quite well if needed, and even to fake a convincing Brooklyn accent
+He has cut off any contact with his family in France
+Lives in the "Brass Canyon Hotel & Spa" for almost an year now. He still insists that the Fish Restaurant inside it is the best in all of Maine
+He is a chain-smoker, and has given up on trying to give it up
+Still sends anonymous gifts to Natalie on her birthday
+Is known for many affairs, but simply not able to hold long lasting relationships

INCORPORATED: Capitalism Incarnate - [Megacorporation NRP]

@ClocktowerEchos
Go ahead! Feel free to skip as much time as you see fit! There are no breaks on the ANSCHLUSS-Train anyway

You are going back to school/college and discover the above avatar Is your teacher. What do you do?

"Madam, I really doubt that you are old enough to teach!"

The Secret World

Anyone in the intrest gang, intrested in playing my private Investigators Ex-Partner? Pm if intrested ^^

Of Salt and Powder (A Fantasy-Renaissance NRP)

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}-----The Great Salt Khanate -----{

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Leader

Great Khagan Grell Kr´resh Algrem "The crippled Eagle":

Born as the third son of his father, the Great Khagan Orleg Kr´resh Algrem "The golden Eagle", nobody would have thought that the youngest, and the runt of the pack would one day rule of the Salt Khanate. But after the death of his father, and with both his older brothers in conflict about the Crimson Throne, Grell took his chance. Amassing followers and allies, he overthrow both brothers in a blood coup, before mounting their heads on the walls of Dar Roth Olar. A ruthless Tyrant, he embraces new ideas and technologies at his court, while driving his people to "Follow the old path, taking new ways." Dreaming of an empire, he makes up for his crippled body with an enormous intellect

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Territory

Hider

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Capital & Major Settlements

Capitol Dar Roth Olar [Crimson Water City]

Cre´Potec Olar [Great Harbor City]

Olar Cre´Sperec [City of Great Faith]

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Population

Approximately Ten Million

Religion

Abandonitte

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History of the Salt-People

Hider

Many Shields Era:

Legends tell about the tribes hailing from a strip of salty swamps and dry steps. Worshiping cruel gods of blood and death, and feasting on the hearts of the men they slew in battle. They called them self "Salt-people", and had one city, on the top of a mountain near the land that today is controlled the Boros Kingdom. It is a common tale of how the "Salt-people" stole the secret of bronze from the tribes that one day would become the Boros Kingdom

Suuban Imperial Era:

The homeland of the "Salt-people" had little worth for the Suuban Empire, and as such never part of their empire. But the Salt-people lusted for loot and slaves drove them to raid its borderlands. Four times, their hordes would have to be beaten back, until the Suuban took the matters in their own hand. An great force of Suuban soldiers, clawed in Iron finally took towards their holy city, and after three years of siege razed it to the ground. Each man, woman and child was slain, to make an example for the whole world. The few that survived, fled back to the tribes in the salty swamps and steps, never becoming a threat to the Suuban Empire ever again.

Chainmail Era:

With the first sign of Weakness in the Suuban empire, the Clans of the Salt-people returned. Like a pack of frenzied Wolfs they pushed through the borders of the falling empire, carving a path of destruction behind them. United under the first Khagan, Crimson Eagle, a man who legends claimed was half-giant, and who resided on a throne of countless skulls, while having a council of warlocks and demons around him. But more then anything, he wanted to crush the newly formed Kingdom of Boros, who he saw as a reincarnation of its most hated enemy. Five years, he waged a war conquest against the separate tribes, until they would face an army of their united tribes.
Legends claim that Crimson Eagle laughed over what they called warriors, and how he swore that he would kill the Suuban Boros himself. Then, the hord of the Khagan charged into the tribes of Boros. The Khagan himself led the charge, and would find himself facing Boros the Father himself. Countless songs from both sides are written over this duel, and the ferocity of the Khagan. Legends claim that his heart was pierced, he was bleeding from countless wounds, but still fought on, until his head was cut off with one clean strike.
With their leader dead, the horde dissolved into infighting conflicts, and soon seven big clans were fighting over the title of Khagan.

Calling it the "Age of hungry wolves" infighting and civil war took over the salt people, and seven petty warlords carved out their own realm out of the land that once was "the great salt Horde". Under seven different Banners, seven different hordes roamed the land, and seven different ways of life formed. It was in this time when the Salt People first tamed the roaming beasts of the salt-lands, breaking their violent spirits, and turning them into beasts of burden, or even mounts for combat. This age would last for generations, until the Bringer of the word would come.

Nobody knew who the "Bringer of the word" was, but rather then finding the fate of all others who tried to proselytize the salt-people, most a gruesome death, his words found willing ears. In a month after arriving hundreds had tossed aside their old gods, and in a mere year, two of the seven warlords accepted the Abandonitte faith as the only truth. Soon the number of the Abandonitte outmatched the follower of the old faiths, and after ten further years, the last Warlord who had defied the will of the "Horde of the rightful Faith", was executed in the burned down temple of the old faith, that would soon become the holy city of Olar Cre´Sperec.

With only three warlords alive, the question rose, who would once more take the title of Great Khagan, sole ruler of all the salt-people. The bringer of the word spend five days, and five nights alone in prayer, before he found the solution in a vision. Calling the three Warlords to his chapel, he ordered the door to be locked and sealed, so that nobody could leave. Little did the warlords knew that the ground was soaked in oil, and that fire and the will of the god would choose the most worthy.
The next morning, only a smoking ruin was left of the temple, and three burned out corpses lay inside it. Only one of them was untouched by flame. The warlord rose up, and was called out as Ash Eagle.

Plate and Fire Era:

Finally united, the Plate and Fire Era saw an explosion in population and a rise in tension

Salt and Powder Era:

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Cultural Traits

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Military

You are going back to school/college and discover the above avatar Is your teacher. What do you do?

"Why do all my teachers have green hair/bodies?"

You are going back to school/college and discover the above avatar Is your teacher. What do you do?

Well, that are some lovely gains you made, miss! Damn, can you flex it once more?

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@Prisk
That is good to hear! I would have hoped to go a lovecraftian way, of an private investigator, who worked close with a occultist scientist, specializing on people who went missing under "paranormal" circumstances.
Last run went poorly, and the Investigator ended up in an Asylum, rather on his own choice, then forced to do so.

You are going back to school/college and discover the above avatar Is your teacher. What do you do?

"Oh...hey there, i did my homework! Please dont stomp me again, kind robot!"