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Man Made Gods-IC [2/5 spots available]

A lot of the first post was just background but I wanted to express the character as much as possible considering that generally she probably won't be saying too much for at least some time

Man Made Gods-IC [2/5 spots available]

Long bony fingers curled into a fist, clumsily clutching onto a cigarette between the index and middle finger, slamming down on the 'snooze' button of a screaming alarm clock. The time read as 6:00 AM and Harper Brock was regretting that she set the damn thing in the first place considering that she hadn't slept and was up at the computer since getting home yesterday. The woman finished her cigarette and placed the butt in a nearly full can of stale soda that sat near the mouse pad before sending out an email to her most recent client, shutting off the computer, and putting some music on her phone.

The Distillers rang out from the tiny speaker as Harper got up and stretched her thin arms out into the sky, rotating her shoulders and gyrating skeletal hips while scanning the messy surroundings in an attempt to plot out her next move. First she grabbed a fifth of whiskey which was in arm's reach of the computer area on the floor and soon made way to the kitchen after realizing that she hadn't eaten in awhile, at least long enough that she couldn't remember the last thing she ate. Harper gazed over the dishes in the sink, used a dozen times over without being washed and left sitting long enough to attract bugs. Cooking had clearly become a fruitless endeavor and she soon remedied this with a packet of raw ramen, flicking the flavoring into an overfilled trashcan. A shot of whiskey soothed her throat in between dry crunchy bites.

Harper had to smoke another cigarette before making it to the shower and in the process had stopped to admire a half finished puzzle which lay on the floor. Her eyes began scrutinizing the nearby loose pieces, hoping to catch where one of them belonged in the finished picture. Finishing her cigarette, the disheveled woman decided to keep on track, quick to Wade through the various books and other boxes of puzzles that littered the carpeted floor. All she could think about while showering and brushing her teeth was the puzzle, urgently trying to complete it within her mind.

Harper looked over the lithe and almost boyish figure in the mirror before getting dressed, finding herself thankful that the short gaunt frame and flat chest didn't attract much attention from the opposite sex or anyone for that matter. She ran a hand through her short dyed white hair in a lazy attempt to brush and got into some surprisingly fashionable yet professional looking clothes although she would rather be in something much more comfortable. She thought about how different this was from her normal routine considering she hadn't showered in over a week and usually kept dental hygiene to merge swigs of mouthwash.

On the way out of the apartment Harper took a couple more shots, smoked another cigarette, and added a piece to the puzzle in progress.

...

The 'Tuss & Co. Private Investigations' office was desolate but the door was unlocked and the lights were on. The young woman figured that her business partner had likely passed out at his desk since the old man had a habit of taking naps when there wasn't much going on. She quietly helped herself to a cup of coffee and sat down to light up a smoke. As if hearing the flick of her lighter, a tall greying man emerged from the back, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes with balled fists and grumbling while making a forward shamble. Harper simply inhaled smoke and sipped at her coffee while mentally preparing for the upcoming lecture.

"Gaaawd damn it! How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke in here?" he groaned upon getting close, towering in front of the girl with arms crossed like a disappointed parent. A small grin began to form at the corners of Harper's lips as she silently finished smoking and dropped the butt in her half finished mug of coffee. Richard Russ sighed and his hands dropped to either side in resignation, having fought this battle many times before. He thought the girl lucky that she had earned his respect but still felt the need to say something, "Do you really want the landlord on our asses like that?"

"Your ass, my name isn't on the lease" Harper curtly responded before taking a brief pause in order to pull a fidget spinner from her pocket and fiddle with the device, "You're not going to ask about my interview? I'm dressed like this for a reason."

Richard curiously raised a brow and sat down to listen instead of saying anything while Harper kept her gaze to the toy in hand.

"Even if I don't get hired I'll still dig up some dirt on the company. You're gonna owe me big for this payout, Rich." Harper explained dully, mostly uninterested in the subject but caring just enough to make her partner aware. The aforementioned job had clicked to Richard and he suddenly remembered the details, grabbing the young womans arm as she shifted to move.

"Be careful on this job, kid. I have a feeling that you'll have to worry about more than law enforcement if you get caught on this one. They're a mysterious bunch and I gurantee there's there's no leaks for a reason" he said with concern. Harper scoffed and shook herself free, ready to begin the mission.

"And you're doing the dishes when you get back!" Richard shouted after her while eyeing the coffee mug that she left behind.

...

Harper kept her hands in her pockets and remained still with her back against a wall, quietly observing the other interviewees from behind black sunglasses. The sharp breeze didn't bother her but she was still very eager to get the upcoming interaction over with. She perked up when a door suddenly opened and revealed a man who was quick to greet them with a bow. Harper pushed up the shades obscuring her sharp blue eyes and immediately fell into line, ready to head inside.

As the group paced through the building, the undercover investigator was making a mental map of her surroundings and casually determining the importance of the area. She knew that nothing serious would be revealed just yet but decided to make an on the spot escape route for the possibilities that may show up down the line. She originally thought about bringing in a camera but had decided it was too risky and ultimately came to the conclusion that it was best to fall back on her memory, which she was confident in. Just as Harper's thoughts drifted from internal scouting to the flask hidden in her jacket, their guide had brought them to their destination.

The spy didn't care for this subordinate trying to excuse their boss's behavior and instead found it to be a pathetic excuse to save himself in their eyes. While most would find this simply unprofessional, Harper saw it as an annoying and inconvenient conversation that wasted everyone's time. Regardless, she folded her arms and had entered the room when prompted, ready to face the music.

Harper found it odd that the woman was waiting in a dark room for them but still dredged on like a stern vacant soldier, settling into a position to face Lorette and remaining still as possible despite obviously shifting from the discomfort of wearing these unfamiliar clothes. It wasn't until the other woman called Harper out directly that she suddenly became hyper-focused.

They must have sent their own private investigators to out on her, digging deeply into her youth and past life, even her current habits, and maybe even more. Hell, if they were serious like Harper was when she was at work, they had probably tapped the phones and had her tailed as well. Luckily, Harper hardly used the phone and never for anything important, and her computer was well protected. Still, she realized that she would have to tread carefully from this point forward. Was Richard right or was she just being paranoid? Did they know that she was here on another job?

Harper's face was expressionless and she didn't say a word, opting to remain quiet and watch as things unfolded at a strange progression. The woman behind the desk put on a similar show for the other candidates before vaguely explaining the upcoming tribulations that the new employees would have to soon face. Harper didn't take much stock in the spiritual talk but definitely absorbed the seriousness behind the woman's explanation of power. Of course at this point she assumed it was just money and connections aplenty.

The toad and the sword changed everything. After watching the small creature show its invincibility and devour the large object, Harper completely forgot about the investigative job of corporate espionage that brought her here. She now knew that she was shown this for a reason. When Lorette asked her question, Harper remained completely stoic and emotionless as she withdrew the flask from her pocket and took down a few slugs of liquor.

"I'll take the job. Is there a dress code... and can I smoke?"

Man Made Gods-IC [2/5 spots available]

I'm going to start working on my first post tonight but probably won't be able to get it up for another day or two. I write everything out in a notebook and then type that out on my phone afterward but during the day I'm usually on the go. Should have it up soon enough though. Very stoked and I like what y'all have so far.

The Rat Pack

I'll shoot you a message, I'd be interested in this!

Man Made Gods-Modern Fantasy/Supernatural RP (Updated Links to Lore pages)

Really excited to start and see where things go

Man Made Gods-IC [2/5 spots available]

Character posted!

Man Made Gods-IC [2/5 spots available]

Harper Brock

Name: Harper Brock

Age: 24

Occupation: Harpy

End Goals: Wealth, Power

Residence: Slums of Residential. Her small apartment is mostly bare save for a matress next to a computer on the floor and a collection of various toys and other junk. Cigarette butts and coffee cups are everywhere

Personality: Most people would find getting along with the brooding Harper to be quite difficult as she seems to lack connection to fellow Human beings. In fact interaction almost always proves to be difficult considering she has little to no interest in conversation and often refuses even a basic response when confronted by someone. Outwardly it would seem she has no motivation; though inside she is moved by simple concepts. A childlike wonder for toys, especially anything that moves, and the acquisition and hoarding of money, coins, jewelery, and shiny objects.

The young woman has no friends in particular, save for the private investigator that she worked with and even then she is not very open with the man. It is not impossible to gain her favor but it is extremely difficult because to Harper everyone is expendable. They exist only to serve her needs, further her goals, and alleviate her desires. In fact, she is mostly a recluse save for working or when she is forced to otherwise enter society.

Most of the woman's time was spent at home chain-smoking cigarettes in front of the computer. Surprisingly, she also kickboxed at the local gym, the exercise helped her sleep and focused her mind. Otherwise Harper was deep in the grim world of corporate espionage, lying and sneaking her way into the proper position to learn big secrets for different clients. Nothing held her back from manipulating the people around her for the growth of wealth.

One would likely think her mentally disabled if it weren't for the competence in her work. She hardly took care of herself, barely eating and often wearing old raggedy clothes. It was a surprise that Harper was as strong as she was considering the lack of actual athleticism and horrible diet. It was no doubt that without the kickboxing she'd probably be at death's door.

Perhaps someone or something will bring out more from Harper in the future but for now it seems that the only thing on her mind is to do her job and hoard her fascinations.

History: Harper was born and raised in the city, coming from an upper-middle class area and living with both parents who were City officials. From an early age it was apparent that there was something wrong with the girl but there was never an official diagnosis and her two busy parents either didn't care or didn't have the time to do anything about it, instead letting their child be raised in front of the screen. While other kids had fun with their friends, Harper solved puzzles, watched TV, and lurked the internet.

Becoming a teenager brought trouble. Harper started drinking and experimenting with drugs, beginning to navigate social circles in school to acquire these substances and learning how to both cover her lack of compassion and lie to people. It was around this time that she stopped putting effort into schoolwork and simply ignored or openly disrespected any and all authority. She wasn't aggressive but was just apathetic and some thought that she may have been disabled in some way. After being expelled, she was put into online schooling by her parents and she became a social pariah. Her life consisted of working a fast food job, drinking alone in her room, and moderating a paranormal forum. The supernatural had always captivated and puzzled the girl but she remained skeptical.

By the time Harper was sixteen she applied to be emancipated from her parents successfully and following that soon dropped out of highschool, simply wanting be left alone by the world as much as possible. She soon acquired an apartment with her savings and became a recluse, hardly interacting with anyone as even her physical health deteriorated and her home became a mess of toys and other miscellaneous trinkets.

As an adult she found a second job as a secretary for a popular private investigator and after showing him her particular skill set, became a partner. The investigator appreciated her cleverness, manipulation tactics, and willingness to break the law to get the job done. She became a valuable asset and the two gained a respect for each other as they raked in jobs left and right.

One such job was from an up and coming security company that wanted to learn the secrets of their biggest competitor; Apex. In order to infiltrate, Harper took the opportunity of an open job position at Apex and was expecting to be in for the Long haul, hopefully pulling up the big scoop for big bucks. Instead, she found herself in a position that would change her life forever.

Mischief

Name: Mischief

Phenotype: Animaleia

Major Power Type: Cognitive Alteration

Powers: The daemon itself enjoys causing panic and chaos with hallucinations and sudden bursts of aggression but is able to greatly change general perception. Harper uses this for the benefit of stealth and manipulation, literally being able to scrub her image from someone's eyes or cause a distraction with a series of hallucinations so that she can enter or exit a location with ease. Theoretically, someone's perception could be altered for interrogation techniques as well.

Personality: Mischief's love is in his namesake. He aspires to wreak havoc in this world for entertainment, feeding off the chaotic energy. The daemon is high strung and constantly energetic, almost never seeming to shut up. It would be a cold day in Hell when he took anything seriously. Mischief doesn't have a care in the world, just in it for the wild ride, and only having loyalty to the fun he wants to have.

Man Made Gods-Modern Fantasy/Supernatural RP (Updated Links to Lore pages)

Harper Brock

Name: Harper Brock

Age: 24

Occupation: Harpy

End Goals: Wealth, Power

Residence: Slums of Residential. Her small apartment is mostly bare save for a matress next to a computer on the floor and a collection of various toys and other junk. Cigarette butts and coffee cups are everywhere

Personality: Most people would find getting along with the brooding Harper to be quite difficult as she seems to lack connection to fellow Human beings. In fact interaction almost always proves to be difficult considering she has little to no interest in conversation and often refuses even a basic response when confronted by someone. Outwardly it would seem she has no motivation; though inside she is moved by simple concepts. A childlike wonder for toys, especially anything that moves, and the acquisition and hoarding of money, coins, jewelery, and shiny objects.

The young woman has no friends in particular, save for the private investigator that she worked with and even then she is not very open with the man. It is not impossible to gain her favor but it is extremely difficult because to Harper everyone is expendable. They exist only to serve her needs, further her goals, and alleviate her desires. In fact, she is mostly a recluse save for working or when she is forced to otherwise enter society.

Most of the woman's time was spent at home chain-smoking cigarettes in front of the computer. Surprisingly, she also kickboxed at the local gym, the exercise helped her sleep and focused her mind. Otherwise Harper was deep in the grim world of corporate espionage, lying and sneaking her way into the proper position to learn big secrets for different clients. Nothing held her back from manipulating the people around her for the growth of wealth.

One would likely think her mentally disabled if it weren't for the competence in her work. She hardly took care of herself, barely eating and often wearing old raggedy clothes. It was a surprise that Harper was as strong as she was considering the lack of actual athleticism and horrible diet. It was no doubt that without the kickboxing she'd probably be at death's door.

Perhaps someone or something will bring out more from Harper in the future but for now it seems that the only thing on her mind is to do her job and hoard her fascinations.

History: Harper was born and raised in the city, coming from an upper-middle class area and living with both parents who were City officials. From an early age it was apparent that there was something wrong with the girl but there was never an official diagnosis and her two busy parents either didn't care or didn't have the time to do anything about it, instead letting their child be raised in front of the screen. While other kids had fun with their friends, Harper solved puzzles, watched TV, and lurked the internet.

Becoming a teenager brought trouble. Harper started drinking and experimenting with drugs, beginning to navigate social circles in school to acquire these substances and learning how to both cover her lack of compassion and lie to people. It was around this time that she stopped putting effort into schoolwork and simply ignored or openly disrespected any and all authority. She wasn't aggressive but was just apathetic and some thought that she may have been disabled in some way. After being expelled, she was put into online schooling by her parents and she became a social pariah. Her life consisted of working a fast food job, drinking alone in her room, and moderating a paranormal forum. The supernatural had always captivated and puzzled the girl but she remained skeptical.

By the time Harper was sixteen she applied to be emancipated from her parents successfully and following that soon dropped out of highschool, simply wanting be left alone by the world as much as possible. She soon acquired an apartment with her savings and became a recluse, hardly interacting with anyone as even her physical health deteriorated and her home became a mess of toys and other miscellaneous trinkets.

As an adult she found a second job as a secretary for a popular private investigator and after showing him her particular skill set, became a partner. The investigator appreciated her cleverness, manipulation tactics, and willingness to break the law to get the job done. She became a valuable asset and the two gained a respect for each other as they raked in jobs left and right.

One such job was from an up and coming security company that wanted to learn the secrets of their biggest competitor; Apex. In order to infiltrate, Harper took the opportunity of an open job position at Apex and was expecting to be in for the Long haul, hopefully pulling up the big scoop for big bucks. Instead, she found herself in a position that would change her life forever.

Mischief

Name: Mischief

Phenotype: Animaleia

Major Power Type: Cognitive Alteration

Powers: The daemon itself enjoys causing panic and chaos with hallucinations and sudden bursts of aggression but is able to greatly change general perception. Harper uses this for the benefit of stealth and manipulation, literally being able to scrub her image from someone's eyes or cause a distraction with a series of hallucinations so that she can enter or exit a location with ease. Theoretically, someone's perception could be altered for interrogation techniques as well.

Personality: Mischief's love is in his namesake. He aspires to wreak havoc in this world for entertainment, feeding off the chaotic energy. The daemon is high strung and constantly energetic, almost never seeming to shut up. It would be a cold day in Hell when he took anything seriously. Mischief doesn't have a care in the world, just in it for the wild ride, and only having loyalty to the fun he wants to have.

New round these parts

@Dark Cloud Yeah, I've sorta been bouncing around the United States for awhile now. I've tried to settle down a few times recently but it hasn't seemed to work out yet. Regardless, I gotta get my sweet sweet creativity out some how lmao. Thanks for the welcome! :)

Man Made Gods-Modern Fantasy/Supernatural RP (Updated Links to Lore pages)

I am very much interested in this and am currently working on a character.