Ezekiel

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

I'm going to have to drop out folks, real life issues I would much rather focus on. Sorry about that.

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

Earlier

Adam gazed back at his own reflection, the low light of the bathroom providing a fairly obscured view of his own features as he prepared himself for the day, mentally running over the tasks he had to perform, places he had to be. Everything he would need to achieve in the next twenty four hours of activity, archived away, before he had even left his quarters. He pulled back from the mirror, his whole form coming into view, before a brief shooting pain caused him to grit his teeth, letting out a hiss of air.

His fingers traced over the grim line running from his shoulder, down across his chest, finishing in a jagged line across the left side of his abdominals. As it always did, a direct inspection of the scar brought with it a host of memories. Alarm sirens, smoke, fire and blood. Adam scrambling to push an ensign out of the way of a falling sheet of metal, and not quite making it back out the other side himself. Undocumented in the tragedy of death and despair, the lingering wound could still flair up, seemingly without cause. Nothing but pain, he could work through, always could. With a grunt he turned to get changed. Today was a big day, he had to make sure it was also a good one."

Present

"Avast that, you're all getting fucked, sleeping is cheating."

He had a particular way of shouting that was usually only reserved for those 'in command' of things, it carried above the noise, and was only met in turn by Locklin's retort. Adam chuckled, pausing in his movement to allow the man to find him among the crowd. With the serious business of the day aside, Kerrick was more than slightly looking forwards to absolutely devastating their own barracks before shipping out.

Does he still remember I own him from that horse bet? I'm sure if I round down it only comes to about two drinks...best not mention it Adam frowned as he thought to himself, trying to catch a sight of Locklin through the crowd, before the man eventually 'apparated' from the press of bodies. He clasped his hand to the reverse of his buddy's 'not' thrown over his shoulder, before walking with him, laughing slightly at the comment, before responding with his own.

"I'll tell you this, you bring the whiskey, I'll bring the crayons, we can distract them with the latter, drink the former, and run rings around em all night."

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

Few days left for some of you folks to post under the preferred time table. Let me know if you need help!

@Ruby

My first post will also be a collab of sorts with Meri, should be done once her gets back from being awesome.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

@Ezekiel

Up for a collab, or at least permission to use chars who might be employees of yours at Sunset?

@TemplarKnight07

You do have permission, but I'm in the mood for a collab :P

PM me.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

Someone In The Crowd

To a creature like Alexander Stone, Sunset was a hive of noise, sin and intrigue. A thousand thoughts buzzed in his ear at every moment, it was only practice and endurance that prevented such things from overwhelming him. To hear what he heard at every moment would drive a lesser being mad, although, whether he could truly class himself as not, was another matter. His eyes played about the room, reading auras, those on display, and those hidden away by the rudimentary defences of lesser kindred, as if they were open books. In a moment he could read the history of centuries passing by.

He held up his own hand, all Toreador bled purple, the colour of royalty, into the air. A vibrant blaze awaited him, senatorial purple speckled with black, like a flame dancing across reality. Carefully, he moved his hand across his vision, comparing each and every kindred he spotted to his own. Of course, those around him with the gift of Auspex would see but a pale imitation of his true shade, but even those who had put great effort into concealing their own would have no respite from him. He paused as the subtle motion of his hand drew over the Baroness and her coterie. The flames the danced from them were not to be sniffed at, but his focused pinned on her for a moment. While all Toreador bled purple, it was common knowledge that one could not only read a kindred's history through their aura, but their lineage. Once the flame of Stone and the Hispanic Elder's aura merged in his sight, one could barely tell the difference.

Both hands returned to the phone he had infront of him, reviewing the messages he had sent by title alone;

Gold
Decaprio
Malibu

Ignoring the various lesser kindred and kine that chattered around him, a group of near thin-bloods whom he had attached himself to for the evening, Stone focused his mind. Eva was a challenge, strong as the blood was in her veins, she would not be able to shield herself from him, but she would certainly pick up on the sensation of truly being 'watched.' The Toreador, Ventrue and Lasombra that made up her coterie however, were open books. The three 'higher' clans were close in blood, and by extension, close in blood to Stone. The latter two required a little more work. Stone was native in Toreador, but was fluent in the dialect of other-clan thought. He blinked, and he was looking through the eyes of the harmless seeming Jewish Ventrue, details, details, scrolled past his, no, her, face, as Stone watched. A thousand and one intimate details in half as many seconds. Another blink, and he found himself excitedly throwing his hands in the air. Her hands. How simple it would be to hollow her out and wear her skin as his own. The Lasombra had secrets of his own as well, secrets relating to Stone's new 'friends' in the Sabbat. It was child's play to delve through his mind, redirecting trains of thought away from anything that might point in his direction, not that anyone on this far coast of the world knew who he was.

By the time his sight returned to his own form, they had left, and much of the excitement had gone out of the Lounge. The other elders were soon to leave, whatever menial matters they had arrived to discuss already filed away in the vast complex of Stone's mind, but they were dull, colourless things. Hunting grounds and the like. His eyes, his own eyes, returned to his phone. Seconds had passed, before a list of bank accounts opened up before him. Gazing at numbers, numbers that meant little to the Vampire, for now. In the end, he simply home-screened out of them, the phone returned to his pocket. He stood, speaking a few words, to no one in particular;

"I need a walk, don't wait for me." He doubt they would have anyway, frivolous creatures, these young bloods, without any of the patience for the long game. It was not as if there was much left at Sunset for them now, he doubted they would be far behind him. Taking his leave, Alexander Stone made his way out into the warm LA night. He chose a direction, upwards, into the hills, and began to walk. LA beginning to stretch out before him.

"Finally, a worthy piece of art, childe." He mused. Before long, he was alone upon a bench, leaves rustling around him, as common as the thoughts of the Kindred that still lingered on his mind. His phone removed from a pocket, he dialled a number he recalled from an earlier glance. It rang fives times before an answer, and the voice that left Stone's lips was not, in the slightest, his own, smooth, and female;

"Leonardo? Yes, I know it's late, you have time for me. I want to talk to you about Gold."

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

Who's left on the Relations posting?

@Ruby

You!

Tehee

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

So, as suggested in the discord chat, it would be convenient for there to a table detailing our characters various allegiances, so I'll get to work on that shortly. 'Independents' will be categorised by species.

Upon the Sunset Sea; World of Darkness RP

So do the thumbs up mean I'm good to walk in how I want? Or are you guys still looking over? Just wondering.

@TemplarKnight07

Terribly sorry, had a few personal things that have got in the way the last few days.

Very much accepted :)

The Rise of the Second Kingdom of Osteria

The Barony of Kadua

Name of Lord/Lady: Baroness Adelaide Estense
Physical Description:

Claimed Fief: Kadua
Barony of Kadua (Unclaimed): In long standing servitude of the Duke of Marethia, the Barony of Kadua is the most fertile bastion in the entire kingdom. "Fed by Kaduan grain" is a quote heard across the land, as any loaf of bread has a one in five chance of being scythed from a Kaduan field. The Barony of Kadua is a regal title, responsible for maintenance of a plot of land that delicately props Osterians up.
STATS: 50,000 Citizens | 500 Men-at-Arms, 200 Cavalry, 0 Knights | Produces 12 Grain/0 Gold/0 Iron | Basic Roads | 0 Grand Fortress | Requires 0 Grain/Season. | 0 Unrest

Basic History:

The Estense family have ruled Kadua as vassals of House Gerantius for as long as either has held power, intermarriages connected the two families beyond the simple bonds of fealty. A storied house, with many almost folk-lore figures of the Barony bearing the name Estense, it has been a series of tragedies which prompted the rule of the relatively young, and female, Baroness that now rules the fief. Originally the third child, with two older brothers, Adelaide grew up expecting to be little more than married off to secure the family position, and with two younger sisters eventually joining her, she would have certainly had internal family competition over such matches. Growing up in the picturesque fields and meadows of Kadua, she wanted for little, other than something to keep her interested. Eventually this would come in a somewhat darker form.

A jousting accident would claim the life of her eldest brother, and a violent brawl in a tavern a future Baron had no place in being, the next. Her father shattered, he lasted another half-decade before falling to one of many potential illnesses, without the drive to carry on, he passed quickly. Two years prior, Adelaide was 16 at the time, and with five short years of preparation, she was thrust into the rule of the Barony, with her Aunt and Mother as guides. Her mother wasn't long for the world, dying in childbirth of a stillborn son, conceived just before the death of her father. This has resulted in the young woman growing increasingly close to her aunt, the Lady Aeolynn, both of the women having developed something of a friendship over the course of previous years. Unusually for the Estense Household, Aeolynn is raven haired, unlike the three remaining 'Estense Sisters' which, in the suspicious fey-touched Meadows of Kadua, is something of an ill-omen, when it comes to the noble household that rules the fief.

The Estense way is all charisma, charm and negotiation, and Adelaide is no different, depending upon her courtly manners and sweet smile more than any natural gift for administration. This, combined with the potential marriage of all three Estense siblings, puts the Household in a surprisingly well connected position, for a House that is, theoretically, in crisis.

Background:Diplomat

Supporting Cast

Lady Aeolynn Estense;

Star Trek: Shattered Mirrors

Adam Kerrick

Name: Adam Kerrick
Age: 23
Species: Human
Academy Major: Systems Engineering. (Additional Credits studied in; Survival, Tactics, Basic Marine Training and Xenobiology.
Bio:

Adam Kerrick was born the first male child of a non-Starfleet Colony to parents who were possibly a little too dramatic for their own good. Torvus-III was not exactly the most ideal place to grow up in the Galaxy, particularly in the opening years of its existence. A world comprising mostly of only semi-fertile plains, with biting winds and roving herds of mega-herbivores, and predators to match, it was a true Frontier existence, chasing the valuable resources buried beneath the planet. Adam's love may have been the Sciences, but he first learned how to hunt, survive, and kill to defend his family and home. Living atop floating mobile colonies, mimicking herd behaviour so as to stretch out the resources that could be gathered from any one location, Adam was transient his entire life, and would only grow more so as time went on. As soon as he was old enough, he was travelling between the various colonies of the world, sometimes to bring goods back and forth, later, by his twelfth birthday, to aid in the repair and improvement of colony systems themselves.

Despite his home planet's isolation from Starfleet, it seemed natural that the maverick prodigy of the nowhere planet would make his way there, the best opportunity to expand upon, and apply his skill set and interests. With little formally recognised education upon Torvus-III, Adam had to travel for aptitude testing and training, his first time away from his home planet, not that he had any particular love for home. Adam's technical and practical ability made up for, in some amount, the lack of academic experience and qualifications, and following a few intermediary courses to provide him with the necessary bells and whistles, Adam moved on to Starfleet proper.

Having never really experienced the life of a built up colony, Adam found Earth and Starfleet more than a little bit of a culture shock, never quite deviating from his studies, he certainly took some time to explore the various wonders of Earth society, and many of the things his fellow students took for mundane. With his somewhat rustic upbringing, Adam did not feel fully realised in his focus alone, taking on a variety of electives to expand upon skills he had picked up across his life, primarily for combat and survival situations, so that he might have some official qualification to go along with his capacity for such things. While he made friends among his fellow academics, he spent more time bar-diving with the Marine Cadets, finding a little more in common with the majority of them. His bold mix of studies and skills, eventually earned him a place on the Jolly Rogers, and all the subsequent adventures that entailed. Appointed as the Operations Chief of the Challenger following the 'culling' of the Crew, Adam has been quick to earn his position and more, at least in terms of enthusiasm. His personality may scream care-free and rule-breaker, but his worth ethic is almost absolute, to the point that might make a Vulcan blink. Whatever the case, both he, and the crew, will be ready, for the next great challenge the decides to rear its face in their path, be it scientific, or militant.