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The Lovis Superbia (Luxury Space Travel for the 1%)

Jared McCaffrey

Location: The Painted Lady

Jared checked his knives on last time before he went out the door, they sparkled looking pristine in the overhead artificial light of the Lovis. He let out the tension from his chest with a deep sigh of relief, carefully sliding his blade into his carrying case. He tossed his apron over the shoulder of his chef's coat and went down to The Painted Lady his footsteps echoing slightly in the empty halls of the ship. He doubted he would be bothering any of the other members in the staff residential area, at this time most everyone was probably still asleep. As a Sous Chef, it fell to him to inspect the kitchen for cleanliness, preparations, and the ingredients for today's menu. This week the Executive Chef, Ramirez, had fallen ill from some malady or another and it had fallen to him to prepare the menu options for the day. He quickly glanced over the menu he had prepared, ensuring that it met his standards. Along with the usual buffet of standard breakfast fare, he had prepped up a menu of 10 separate items that could be ordered.

Greek Yogurt with Tandoori Honey and Fruit
Avocado Toast
Protein Packed Quinoa Clusters
Crispy Breakfast Pita
Sweet Crepes with Caramelized Pears
Onion and Arugula Frittata with Crumbled Goat Cheese
Applewood Smoked Bacon and Sausage
Lemon-Ricotta Pancakes with Blueberries
Sausage, Egg, and Avocado Breakfast Salad
Sweet Potato and Egg Breakfast Hash

His Chef de Parties began to shuffle in about a half hour after he had arrived, taking their places and beginning their preparations. By the time the customers began to arrive, food was already out set on the buffet hot and ready.

While the serving staff began their complex dance around the tables, ensuring that each order was carried out to the customer's specifications, the very vision of calm order. In contrast, the kitchen staff were all moving at a frantic pace working to ensure the food was carried out as quickly as possible.

"Chef Yates! I need those pears done immediately! Chef Phillips! Eyes on your bacon! Any longer and it will burn." Jared flicked his wrist with his left hand, flipping the latest pancake while finishing up the plating on a breakfast salad with his other hand almost like a gesture of emphasis. Quick responses of "Yes Chef!" sounded around the room.

His eyes darted around the others, but always returned to watch his own work. He finished his work and put the meals on the counter ready to be served. He looked out on the crowd, they had a nearly full restaurant, but that was still not enough. If his customers were not here, then they were waiting in line for the chance to eat at the Imperial lounge. Jared turned back to his kitchen, jaw tense. With a moment to breathe, he walked around the kitchen ensuring the quality of his prepared menu. The chefs, despite his comments, were working well together. However, as he moved over the sinks, he saw plates building up.

"Chef Phillips! Where is Sanders? He needs to be on clean up!" Chef Phillips, a short black man with some of the best knife skills that Jared had ever seen, was acting as his temporary second in command until the actual Chef de Cuisine returned. He was in charge of managing the staff, a task he had little experience with. They had simply not had enough time to prepare before Head Chef Ramirez had fallen ill.

Chef Phillips paused for a moment, presumably using his holo-contact to check his messages. "Sick, Chef. Same thing that Ramirez has."

Jared cursed under his breath. Ramirez had been out for days, it seemed that Ramirez and Sanders had a less than strictly professional relationship. The dishes were building still however, the other dishwashers needed reinforcement. He went the office directly off the kitchen and waved his hand in front of the sensor embedded into the wall. A holographic display opened up, filled with information related to the restaurant. Jared waved a hand in front of it till he found the janitorial department. With a couple quick taps, he sent out an urgent request for one of the cleaning staff to come down to his restaurant. There was not much more time left in the breakfast rush, but till it ended they needed someone else to stay on top of it all.

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

Rankon

The Battlefield to the The Mining Village

@PharaohAtem@The One@orcpunx@DragonKingUk@Belle@Polaris North

Rankon felt the light surround as a light tickling sensation all over his body, before a sudden pulling sensation caused him to blink his eyes shut. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself away from the battle, away from his shattered village, away from his people who he had tried so hard to protect, and away from everything that he had ever known. They seemed to be in some sort of mining village, fairly similar in appearance to Calvern though with less farmland to work with. A brief touch of the soil told him that the land here was too tainted with the touch of metal to yield a quality crop, even without his elemental abilities. In addition to the new location, it seemed as though whoever had teleported him here had also done the same for the rest of the combatants who had fought against the King. There was quite a large amount of people standing around, some with bizarre creatures that he had never even heard of in stories. The group seemed powerful, but fairly disjointed, some standing around questioning each other, seeking some answers.

One of the stranger looking members of this bizarre rebellious force, a girl somewhere around his own age with long white hair who had appeared near the end of the battle and had a penchant for dark clothing, let out some anger about some mad desire to stay and fight before seeming to calm. She was staring at a strange man with some type of grey, shiny lizard creature. Rankon eyed it curiously for a moment, but then decided it was no stranger than anything else he had seen today. Rankon felt the tingling sensation of the light covering his wounds and found his that he had regained some of his energy. He stood up off the ground, finally being able to move again and noted that the burns he had received during his rescue had vanished. 'Remarkable. We could use a healer like that in our village.' An old man, brimming with authority and self importance, began to lecture the stranger, calling him an "Elemental Chosen One" and speaking at length of some type of prophecy. Rankon glanced around with confusion. 'These people all seem to understand what he is talking about. What even is a prophecy?'

The little girl standing next to the old man began talking about numbers and percentages. It seemed like nonsense to Rankon, but he understood the gist of what she was saying. The King knew where this group was and would be coming for them soon. This simplified matters for Rankon greatly and he cleared his throat to speak and then paused for a couple seconds, thinking. 'I don't understand what these people are talking about, but it seems as though only danger will follow them based on what happened at Calvern.' He felt his anger rise at just the thought of what had happened to his home, but quench it quickly. 'This is not the time for that.'

"I have to go find my village. He looked over to the man who had caught him whilst he was falling. "Thank you again. I appreciate your action and I am in your debt. You may accompany me if you wish, a man of your caliber would be a great help to my people." He looked over to the girl who had used some ability to heal him. "Thank you as well, we could use a healer of your abilities as well." To the rest of the large group, he waved his hand briefly and said, "Goodbye." Rankon began to walk away from the group.

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@Belle No need for fear, I am sure you will do fine! Feel free to ask questions if you need to

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@The One Still here with fingers hovering over the keyboard ready to go

The Lovis Superbia (Luxury Space Travel for the 1%)

Jared McCaffrey

Name/Nicknames: Jared McCaffrey

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Appearance:

Appearance (large image)

Jared has the look of a typical Irishman, red hair and all. He has worked to suppress most of his accent to appear higher class to the customers, but he still retains much of it. He is fairly well built due to the training he put himself through to prepare for space travel as well as to offset the calories consumed from testing his own meals.

Personality: Jared is an ambitious man, used to pulling himself up by his own bootstraps. He is working long hours all for the purpose of reaching the current pinnacle of being a cook: working at the Imperial Lounge. He has always felt as though his background demands that he prove himself to He takes his work extremely seriously and is immensely focused while cooking. While he is in the kitchen, he can be somewhat tyrannical, barking orders every few moments if he feels his staff is not working at his own level. When his staff performs well on the other hand, he is quick to point it out. However, when he is off work, Jared relaxes his serious air, and has some measure of warmth. He would never turn down someone hungry.

Bio: Jared was born in Ireland, the youngest of four brothers and sisters. His parents worked hard in order to provide for their family and often did not have enough time to spend the amount of time that they would have preferred with their children. Luckily, his grandmother lived nearby and often the McCaffrey children would spend time in her home while their parents worked through the evening. His grandmother, an excellent cook in her own right, showed them all how to cook even with limited ingredients. Jared rarely expressed an interest in it until his parents were able to get a night off together and his grandmother cooked them all a full dinner. As he watched his family come together over the home cooked meal, he marveled at cooking’s ability to bring people together and from then on he learned the art voraciously.

Jared worked hard and long, eventually managed to secure a scholarship position at a prestigious cooking academy where he learned the more advanced techniques to create a truly modern gourmet meal. After working through internships at several high scale restaurants across Earth, providing some much needed revenue to his family back in Ireland. However, when the opportunity came to sign up to be onboard the Lovis Superbia, he leaped at the chance. The Garfunkel Coporation’s Imperial Lounge employs only those cooks of the highest quality and Jared want to prove to himself that he stands among them. Given his young age, he could only join one of the lower tier restaurants.

Other: The restaurant where he cooks is called The Painted Lady. While still high class enough to cater to the likes of the passengers upon Lovis Superbia, the Imperial Lounge far outclasses it.

Treasure Planet: The Leviathan

This seems very cool! I will definitely try and post a character up sometime in the OOC between today and tomorrow!

The Lovis Superbia (Luxury Space Travel for the 1%)

Jared McCaffrey

Name/Nicknames: Jared McCaffrey

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Appearance:

Appearance (large image)

Jared has the look of a typical Irishman, red hair and all. He has worked to suppress most of his accent to appear higher class to the customers, but he still retains much of it. He is fairly well built due to the training he put himself through to prepare for space travel as well as to offset the calories consumed from testing his own meals.

Personality: Jared is an ambitious man, used to pulling himself up by his own bootstraps. He is working long hours all for the purpose of reaching the current pinnacle of being a cook: working at the Imperial Lounge. He has always felt as though his background demands that he prove himself to He takes his work extremely seriously and is immensely focused while cooking. While he is in the kitchen, he can be somewhat tyrannical, barking orders every few moments if he feels his staff is not working at his own level. When his staff performs well on the other hand, he is quick to point it out. However, when he is off work, Jared relaxes his serious air, and has some measure of warmth. He would never turn down someone hungry.

Bio: Jared was born in Ireland, the youngest of four brothers and sisters. His parents worked hard in order to provide for their family and often did not have enough time to spend the amount of time that they would have preferred with their children. Luckily, his grandmother lived nearby and often the McCaffrey children would spend time in her home while their parents worked through the evening. His grandmother, an excellent cook in her own right, showed them all how to cook even with limited ingredients. Jared rarely expressed an interest in it until his parents were able to get a night off together and his grandmother cooked them all a full dinner. As he watched his family come together over the home cooked meal, he marveled at cooking’s ability to bring people together and from then on he learned the art voraciously.

Jared worked hard and long, eventually managed to secure a scholarship position at a prestigious cooking academy where he learned the more advanced techniques to create a truly modern gourmet meal. After working through internships at several high scale restaurants across Earth, providing some much needed revenue to his family back in Ireland. However, when the opportunity came to sign up to be onboard the Lovis Superbia, he leaped at the chance. The Garfunkel Coporation’s Imperial Lounge employs only those cooks of the highest quality and Jared want to prove to himself that he stands among them. Given his young age, he could only join one of the lower tier restaurants.

Other: The restaurant where he cooks is called The Painted Lady. While still high class enough to cater to the likes of the passengers upon Lovis Superbia, the Imperial Lounge far outclasses it.

Here is my character! Please let me know if anything needs to change. #Redhairrises

The Lovis Superbia (Luxury Space Travel for the 1%)

Working on my character now- going for an ambitious chef character for one of the smaller restaurants working towards getting hired by the Imperial Lounge

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

@XxLyraxX I don't think you will get any more confirmation that you are good to go

The Elemental King: All Hope Lost!

The Boy in the Robe

The King's Solar

@Belle

The voice of Sadara's guard would briefly sound from underneath the small door crack leading to the solar. A pause, and another brief muffled exhange would lead to the door opening. Coming through the door, a figure entered in a truly ludicrous outfit. The figure wore a robe that entirely covered them and then continued rolling down to drag behind him several feet across the floor. The sleeves were only narrowly off the ground to the point that if the figure were to bend their knees in the slightest manner, they too would drag. The hood itself continued far past the face and ceased at somewhere around the figure's waist. The robe was black, with blue trim outlining the far off openings. More than a robe, the figure resembled someone wearing an overly ornate sheet atop their head. Their was no visible way that the figure could even see where they were going. The figure stood tall, but did not seem broad enough to be the shape of a full grown adult.

The figure shuffled across the room as the guard shut the door behind them once all of his robe had passed the threshold. The robed figure stooped down to a ornately decorated cabinet constructed opening a bottom drawer filled with dust covered books. From behind the figure now resembled a pile of cloth. With purpose, it extracted a volume and wiped the dust away from the volume, before turning to the chairs in the room. With additional shuffling, the figure moved over to the chair, wrapped some of its robe around him, and without removing his hands from his robes, awkwardly opened the volume. The writing on the book was worn with time and wear, and was mostly a collection of bizarrely shaped symbols of language now forgotten. The figure glanced up and the direction it's head was presumably facing was at Sadara.

_"Hello." The voice was muffled from the dense layers of clothing, but obviously that of a young man. This greeting completed, the figure turned his head back towards his book, remaining in the solar.