Exie

The Hidden People

The ride over had been trying for Kaori. Gray's smell was too provocative for her to be in a small space with, and the scent of the lycan was foul. It was like spraying perfume over body-odor. Most of the ride she spent holding her breath. She was extremely relieved when they arrived at the small castle.

Kaori could almost taste the anxious energy radiating off of the group. She didn't blame them. To someone unfamiliar with Holzberg manor, it looked like something out of a horror story. The property wasn't unfamiliar territory to a vampire. Although she and her kind never ventured inside the building, the park was a popular feeding ground if you had a taste for the macabre.

She lowered herself from the vehicle, now clean and fully recharged. Her shirt had been obliterated from the struggle, so she had tied the dark robe around her torso. She imagined she looked more like a doll this way, delicate and unlike the beast that had nearly ripped their hunters throat out. But that was the nature of a vampire, to lure with charm and devour with ferocity.

"I'll be pairing up with Kaori." It was obvious Rikive meant to play babysitter.

"I'm flattered," she sarcastically responded.

As the others offered their hands forward, Kaori crossed her arms casually in front of her chest. She meant to make the action unnoticeable. In the same way they didn't trust her, she didn't feel inclined to trust a group of rebel kidnappers.

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

Finally finished Charlie's intro! Sorry for the wait, changed directions with it a few times. : ) Btw, @QT I'll be going out of town this week. I might be able to get a post or so in while I'm away, but I can't say for sure. I'll definitely be involved when I get back, though!

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

Bombshell - Charlie Wilcox - Northern Sector

As night fell, the underground came to life in Crown City.

That's where Charlie waited that night, at the bar of a discreet club located in the literal underground. It was marked outside only by a staircase that lead from the broken sidewalk of a city street into the basement of an old building. It was the type of the place you could only discover if you already knew it was there. No one really knew how it had earned the name "The Gravestone".

Although she was fully clad in leather Bombshell gear, the pink-haired vigilante didn't especially stand out. The were a number of attendees wearing costumes, some with the distinct themes and others with loud clashes of color or stand-out materials. Many of the ensembles were accompanied by a mask. In effect, the long, statuesque figure longing by the bar in a gas mask didn't stir too many questions. At least, nothing apart from the numerous variations of, "Can I buy you a drink?" Each time she declined. Usually, Charlie didn't mind a free drink, but tonight the sea of freaks could be nothing more than decent cover as she stalked her prey.

His name was Ralph Caine, and she had spotted him early in the evening when he had entered The Gravestone. He was traveling with a small entourage of security. It seemed he wasn't brave enough to travel unprotected, but not notable enough to require heavy muscle. That would work in Charlie's favor. He wore a grey, pin-stripe suit with a matching black tie. His shoes were in need of shining. Charlie judged him to be the type of man that like to assert himself as important, but lacked the detail to attention to really carry it through. He was playing at the life of wealth that she had been born into.

She watched as he slipped into a back room with a woman that he had been entertaining; she was scantily dressed as something akin to a bumble-bee. Charlie waited a few beats of her heart. One, two, three... It pounded heavily. It was hard to contain her excitement.

Her leather body fluidly slid from its perch on the stool. She glided through the crowd of party-goes as if she were parting a multi-colored sea. At the door, a large man - whom she feared would rip his suit if he flexed - lifted a meaty hand to stop her. Without missing a beat, she pressed a large bill to his rock-solid chest. He paused, looking down at the bribe, then back up at her curved body clad in leather. He still seemed unsure.

Her hand lifted to pull the mask up and off, shaking out her pink waves of hair. She gave him a charming smile, "I was hoping to meet Mr. Caine tonight. I know it's probably against the rules...but do you think you could let me through? Please?" The guard shifted between his feet. He didn't seem to view her as a threat, yet he sternly stated "He's occupied." She pouted her pink lips, clutching her mask to her chest, "Theres enough to share. He'll thank you for this, I swear." He hesitated. Finally, he pocketed the money and let her pass. Rookie.

The room she stepped into was dimly lit, the air quickly filling with thick smoke from the end of a lit cigar hanging from Ralph Caine's mouth. He was lounging on one of the many plush love-seats that furnished the room. Quietly, she closed the door behind her. He and his companion were too distracted to notice her entrance until she came upon them. The bumble-bee looked at her indignantly when Charlie clutched her uncovered shoulder and gave a cold, "Beat it." The bumble-bee parted her lips to argue, but was met with a cold glare that immediately ended any argument before it began.

Once she had skittered from the room, the man on the other end of the cigar curled his lips into a sly grin, "My, my...aren't we impressive." As he analyzed her 'impressiveness,' he straightened in his seat and gathered the cigar from his lips, flicking the ash carelessly from the tip, "What can I do for you, princess?"

The charm drained from her soft features, "You can tell me where the Killer Shark is." A look of confusion wrinkled Caine's face. Charlie lowered the gas mask over her face as she reached for a canister along her belt, "Oh, honey...I'm not going to ask nicely again."

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Approximately 10 minutes later, Charlie bursted through the back entrance of The Gravestone. She sprinted, a black shadow with a flash of pink hair, to a waiting motorcycle hidden from view. In a fluid motion, she gathered the rocket launcher from the seat and slipped it onto her back, gliding into place on the bike. The backdoor of The Gravestone flew open with an angry, "Stop her!" as Charlie went screeching from the lot, flying towards the location that a now passed-out Caine had been forced to give her.

The Hidden People

@HeySeuss Just so you know (and the rest of the group) I'll be visiting my sister this upcoming week so I'll be less active on RPG. I'll post before I leave, and I might be able to get a post or two in throughout the week. Hope thats okay. : )

The Hidden People

Quick post from my phone! Hope that plan is okay :) I can change it if it isn't. If it's cool, time to buddy up! I was thinking Rikive would 'partner' up with Kaori if that's alright with you Exie?

Who else is all there?

@KuroTenshi

Thats fine with me, captain! (:

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

@QT I've been working on a post, it should be finished today or tomorrow. : )

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

Should we write for our characters to bump into each other? Like, should I send Charlie after your target or something,@QT? To clash, and such.

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

Option 2 or 3 for me as well. I think it would be best to keep everyone in one thread. Also, if you do the two different sectors, characters could pretty easily cross between sectors if needed/wanted. (:

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

Name: Charlie Wilcox

Nickname: Bombshell

Appearance:


Age: 23

Height: 5'7

Weaponry/Equipment:

Toxins
Smoke Bombs
Hydrogen Cyanide
Tear Gas
Laughing Gas
Mace

Explosives/Firearms
Grenades
Rocket Launcher
Twin Handguns

History: Charlie was born into wealth and raised her whole life with the privileges that came with it. Her father, Leonard Wilcox, was a wealthy business tycoon. His primary, and more public, steel companies were innocent enough in nature. However, it’s rumored that Wilcox has been involved in shady weapons deals for a number of years. Charlie’s mother, Julia Scott-Wilcox, was the heiress of her own small fortune and remained mostly ignorant of her husbands illegal business practices in the earliest years of their marriage. It wasn’t until she neared the end of her life that Julia began to grow suspicious of Leonard.

Julia’s violent death occurred early on into Charlie’s teenage years. She left her daughter the majority of her fortune, and a note expressing her doubts over her husband and her growing fear for her own life. In her grief, Charlie’s already cold and neglectful relationship with her father grew into outright hatred. As per her mother’s advice, she kept quiet about his guilt until she turned 18 and was finally able to control her own money and leave her childhood home behind.

Once she was on her own, Charlie made her home in a tasteful apartment building, which was much more modest than the surroundings she had grown up in. To distract herself from her bitterness (and boredom) Charlie spent a lot of nights in questionable company and atmospheres, party hopping from elite VIP social events, to grungy underground gatherings. As she began visiting the more unsavory parts of the city, Charlie came to understand the danger it posed much more intimately. Her first experience defending herself awakened a taste for excitement in Charlie, and momentarily satisfied the rage that had been developing in her since her mother’s death.

Charlie dedicated some of her time and money into her childhood interest of chemistry. Though not inclined towards formal education, she funded her own small lab with a discreet team of scientists to develop her own arsenal of explosives and other toxins. Once adequately armed, she began pursuing and putting down criminals, spurred towards vigilantism by an odd sense of revenge towards the city that took her mother. It’s also worth noting that she engages in violence, in no small part, for the sense of euphoria that comes with the brief release from her bitterness, and for her own entertainment.

Charlie continues to research the situation surrounding her mother’s murder, and the crimes allegedly committed by her father.

Personality: Charlie is explosive, like her weapons. She is bold, outgoing, not easily intimidated, and doesn’t back away from a challenge. She is also flirtatious and finds the humor in most situations. Despite her lightheartedness, she is deceptively clever and skilled at manipulating situations – and minds – in her favor. Though she's technically one of the good guys, her morals remain unclear.

This Is Our City (Dark Heroes) // Season 1

Charlie's CS is complete. I'm just thinking about her nickname. Enjoy! : )