Genni

Project Griffin

@Stekkmen Nice to see that half our characters will be able to speak to each other in Russian. :D

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I'm too busy with school to keep up with this rp, sorry for keeping my fellow epic rpers waiting.

@DeadDrop

That's fine for the epic ones, but what about third-rate RPers like me?

Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

Description: The user is able to see both supernatural creatures and energies as tangible things.

@Jerkchicken

Truesight?

Allows the user touch pure energy and intangible elements such as electricity, spirits or even magic.

@Jerkchicken

Magehand?

~The Last Star~

Try advertising it as "The Dirty Dozen... ...IN SPACE!!!"

Agartha: The Untold Tales (An RPG)

@Pseudo Stygian If you're feeling mean, the Rain of Terror ability could also be used to provide cover when escaping through city streets. Just thow one coin, and then make multiple illusionary copies.

Speaking of duplicates, you could also have something like Puppeteer, where Ananda would create an illusionary clone of herself which she could control from a nearby hiding place. This could be coupled with the ability to trow her voice, a common stageshow sideact.

She could use this on occasions where she needed to be seen, but wouldn't necessarily want to be, such as when she was negotiating with a hostile business rival, or her lover's significant other. The spell would be broken as soon as anyone tried to physically interact with it, but that should provide Ananda either time to escape or the opportunity to leap out of the cupboard shouting "Surprise!" with a ferret in each hand.

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MJ Tackett

Name: Marjorie Joan "MJ" Tackett

Age: 19

Appearance:

MJ is the quintessential farmer's daughter, with many years working on the farm with her pappy and the farm hands giving her a well-defined and toned body with perhaps just a little too much muscle to be as ladylike as Hnery Tackett would have preferred to see on his daughter. Over the last few years a healthy diet and plenty of regular exercise have helped shape her into a comely wench, who turns many an eye as she works alongside the menfolk in the fields or tends to the horses in the stable. With fiery red hair and tanned skin, MJ is easily recognisable around the farm, while her deep brown eyes hide a playful nature which frequently has her father reaching for his shotgun.

Personality:

A bubbly and free-spirited young woman, MJ is proud of the work she's done on the farm through some of its most difficult times, and now that things seem to be changing for the better she's eager to spread her wings and experience some more freedom than she has for years. MJ is an obvious tomboy, far preferring to dress and act in a similar fashion to the young men on the farm, an obvious effect of her upbringing as just another farm hand, and actively rebels against any attempts to feminise her in any way. Having said that, the young woman is fully aware of her sexuality and isn't shy in flirting with those around her when she needs to win them over to her way of thinking. In her spare time, when not tending to duties around the farm or caring for the horses, MJ loves to read, although many of her books (including Fanny Hill, The Perfumed Garden and Aphrodite) would be considered by most to be a little too racy for such a young girl.

An avid fan of Amelia Earhart, MJ often uses the pioneering woman as an argument in her own fights for equal status on the farm, as well as having been inspired by her heroine's rejection of several marriage proposals until she felt the time was right. Even though she yearns for freedom though, MJ is staunchly supportive of her family and their business, and rather than looking for a way to leave she's far more interested in maintaining the property in the hopes of one day inheriting it for herself.

Having been raised amongst the itinerant farmhands who've come and gone over the years, MJ has managed to pick up on the languages and dialects of many foreign nations, speaking at least a few words in Spanish, French, French Creole, German, Russian, Italian and Polish, being able to at least make herself understood in these languages, if not carry out entire simple conversations in them. However, her upbringing in the Deep South during this period has also given her a deep rooted disrespect for people of colour, who she has been taught are inferior to other races and don't deserve the same level of respect when being dealt with. As such, she's far more willing to sacrifice a colour person's life to save another's, or her own.

History:

MJ is the elder of the Tacketts' two daughters and was born in the farmhouse with the help of a local midwife in 1915. Since then she's barely ever travelled more than a short distance from her home, with trips into the 'big city' of Flemington rare and far between occurrences. However despite her lack of travel even from a young age MJ has always been curious about the world, and after completing her schooling took to learning on her own about cultures and traditions in other countries.

Around the time other kids were playing ball and climbing trees, MJ spent most of her time reading any books she could find and talking with the travellers who found themselves working on the Tackett Farmstead as a way to continue to fund their journeys. From these experiences MJ learnt to view the world as full of opportunities, even as her family fought their way through the Great Depression and Prohibition.

Despite what her parents believe MJ is no stranger to the "marital arts", having first been introduced to them several years earlier by a handsome young man who worked on the plantation for a couple of seasons. Shortly after rumours of their trysts began to circulate around the farm MJ convinced her lover to move on, to save him from her father's retribution should word of their relations spread to his ears. Since then MJ has taken several young men to her bed, although she has always been careful to ensure that her father never finds out about them.

Speech Color: FF6666 = "Y'all better not be eying up what I think y'all are, otherwise Papi's gonna have to have words."

Traits:

Clean-Cut (+2), Local (+1), Rider (+1), Animal Whisperer (+2), Learned (+3), Bilingual:Spanish, French Creole (+3),
Racist:"Negros" (-2), Hot-Headed (-2), Reckless (-3), Disreputable (-1)

Inventory: Pocket Knife, Riding Crop, Journal, Pencil, Locket (containing a lock of her first lover's hair), Bobby Pins

Project Griffin

That's why I have a Plan B for everyone.

@Ubermensch

I thought the Plan B was to deal with everything you had me do during the audition?

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Given that you're in Florida, it also seems wholly unlikely that the ethnic makeup of the farmhands supported learning Polish, German, or Russian.

@DeadbeatWalking

These were all nationalities who were working as itinerant labour around the US during the 20s and 30s, having been displaced from Europe during the Great War. As such MJ would've known at least some of them in her capacity on the farm during this time. However your point is taken and since everyone seems to be going with English speaking Americans the Bilingual trait seems a little redundant for now.

Viewing blacks as livestock is pretty extreme, especially considering Farmer Tackett is more of a prejudiced hick than a cross-burning eugenecist, so I'd like to see that toned down.

@DeadbeatWalking

This was the prevailing social view of coloured folk in 1930s Florida, especially in the hick towns out in the country where social reforms were nonexistent. The situation was so bad with casual floggings, lynching and the spread of extreme racist ideologies that 8% of the African American population migrated to the northern states between 1916–1930, with a further 12% leaving 1930-1970. Again I concede your point though, I was a little worried about my ability to play as such a prejudiced character in the first place, so making her more 'cosmopolitan' will just make it easier for me.

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Amelie St. Joan

@DeadbeatWalking

Amelie wasn't a serious applicant, just an example of a medically inclined character for others.

Cute Kids Fighting Big Wars

@OliveYou

~sigh~ The Empress forgives you, I suppose.

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Turning the corner without looking, her attention fully focused on the map screen in front of her, Susie’s first warning of danger was the sound of automatic weapons chambered. Her reflexes kicked in instantly, legs flexing and springing her back into cover even as the hail of ballistic shells peppered the wall behind where she’d just been standing.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckassbuttchinrabbitkumquat," the jacker rapidly muttered to herself, patting her hands down her body to make sure she hadn’t caught any stray rounds or ricochets in the tight underground passageway. Satisfied her relatively expensive jacket hadn’t been damaged, and that she wasn’t bleeding from anywhere she hadn’t been already, Susie settled herself down to examine the data she had.

Bringing the map back round she quickly studied it. Her destination wasn’t far ahead now, and there wasn’t anything shown which would explain why someone would want to shoot at her indiscriminately for no reason. Two possibilities came to mind, either something upstairs had changed or Bent Benji has sold her an out-of-date map. Again. The third possibility that someone could be tracking her also sprung to mind, but Susie couldn’t believe her luck could be that bad, despite the heavy feeling she’d been having all night long.

She needed more data to make a full analysis, and adding a couple of extra curse words to the cloud already floating around her the young girl tapped at several controls on her arm panel, deactivating her synthetic eye for a moment. She hated doing this, it always made her feel seasick whenever she did, but without knowing whether this was a local, isolated threat or something responding to something someone had done on the surface the jacker couldn’t risk backtracking through the sewers and running into more unexpected surprises.

Holding her left hand in front of her, Susie quickly slapped herself on the back of her head with the right one, carefully catching her synthetic eye as it popped from the socket. Holding it gingerly the jacker unhooked the datafeed wires leading back inside her skull and unshipped her datajack finger. Plugging the robotic eyeball onto the end of her probe Susie closed her left eye and tapped her console, bringing the synthetic one back online.

"Why hello there, beautiful," she said playfully, looking up at her face looking down at the camera eye. She wiggled the finger a few times, making sure the eyeballs was firmly attached before inching her way to the sewer line intersection. Hugging the wall she slipped her hand around the corner, letting the eyeball poke just far enough to get a good view of the passage ahead.

Letting out a deep sigh of relief, the young girl quickly pulled her hand back and unhooked the eyeball. Reattaching the cranial datafeed and giving the eye a quick polish with her t-shirt she slipped in back into her socket and lifted her arm console. Her attacker was just an automated EPA drone, the kinda thing they always dumped down the sewers whenever something was going on upstairs. What made it even better for the young hacker was the live feed each of the drones had back to base, a live hackable feed.

It only took her a few moments scanning frequencies to lock onto the one the little robot was using to chat with its pals, and another moment to piggyback on the signal straight into its central processor. For a moment Susie wondered whether a bodyguard droid hovering behind her might be a useful bargaining tool for her scheduled meet-up, but quickly decided against it. Not only would the EPA notice if one of their drones suddenly started wandering away from its assigned post, but showing up to a not-entirely-legal business transaction with an armed police surveillance camera watching over your shoulder probably wasn’t the best idea . In fact it probably ranked about the same as the time she’d added lime to a coconut.

Quickly updating the drones FOF recognition software, Susie added herself to the ‘Friendlies’ list, and tagged the update for system wide propagation on the next data burst. Hopefully that would make sure any of the drones buddies she ran into would’ve received word that the spunky lil redhead was a chum, and not just chum. Logging out of the droid’s cyber-brain Susie quickly took the time to backpath her infiltration, cleaning out any evidence of her activities as she did, while sprinkling in enough evidence to frame her competition if anyone came looking.

Finally Susie tucked her console away and lifted herself back up to her full height. Taking a moment to straighten up her jacket the young jacker braces herself. This was the moment of truth, and taking a deep breath she stepped around the corner, lifting her arms out wide. "All right Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up,” she declared theatrically, while at the same time flinching back, half expecting to be blown away by a hail of gunfire.

After a couple of seconds Susie opened an eye carefully, glancing down the passage at the drone, which seemed to be hovering serenely in its assigned position, perfectly content with the jacker’s presence in front of it. Skipping towards it happily Susie bent forward to tickle the automated droid under its front casing.

“Whosa good boy? Are you a good boy? Yes, you are. You are, aren’t you?” She giggled in a playful tone, petting the oblivious drone as she slipped passed it before continuing on her way.

The whole encounter had Susie both a little worried and a little relieved. If something was going on above ground which would necessitate the activation of the sewer drones, the EPA must be gearing up for some heavy mobilisation. That could either mean the jacker and her business compatriot had some cover with a major distraction calling all the cops away from their location, or it meant that there’d be far more party guests coming to tea than she’d planned for, and Susie didn’t have enough favours to share around.

Either way, Susie was close enough to her destination to head above ground, and once she was there she should be able to get a better lay of the land. Moving over to a nearby ladder the sprightly youngster quickly bounded up the rungs, unlocking the hatch at the top and slipping into the alley above with almost fluid ease. Glancing around nothing seemed too out of place, but Susie kept herself wary nevertheless. Too often a comfortable situation turned out to be an ambush, and she really wasn’t in the mood for a fight right now.