Hellion

The Sunday Group

Also, here's Alyx's relationship chart, which I'll also include with the CS:

Eleanor Tregellen: One of the few people that is more like me than I would ever admit. Elle is approachable and definitely someone I trust and have no issues confiding in if needed, although sometimes I wonder just how much is too much with her. She has a habit of not complaining, and that air of professionalism and uncompromised confidence seems to really shine with the head of our group.

Primrose Chastain: Vanity of vanities. All is vanity! Yep, that pretty much sums her up, at least on the outside. Like a Hollywood starlet from the Golden Age. Rich, and she knows it. I always felt like Prim put up a front just to push people away, but there are so many more interesting layers to her once you’ve known the woman long enough. Still, she’s smart, witty, knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to seize opportunities. All in all, she’s bearable company.

Malcador Ravenwood: Okay, yes, I can’t help but crack a smile and feel just a bit better about myself when he’s chatting it up with me about some random piece of artwork I’ve had my nose stuck in for hours on end. However, I also know most of what he says is bullshit, and those good looks, fancy threads, and cavalier attitude can only get him so far. Also, his whole “old world mysticism” vibe feels played out. Robes? Who does that?

Jaelle Codona: Hauntingly beautiful, quite the silvertongue, fun personality, great dancer, and…totally can’t be trusted. However, I try to give the girl the benefit of the doubt as often as I can spare. I mean, being dead can’t be easy for anyone. Jaelle, for the most part, has been quite the boon to the group, although I still get a little weirded-out by her friend Mal.

Fynn Laplace: The dude is, hands down, one of the best people I know around computers and pretty much any tech that is out there. Good thing too, because I know I’ve had to utilize his skills a few times just to break into my own laptop. Still, the unsettling presence of whatever lives inside him can’t be overlooked. I try not to stand too close if I don’t have to.

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Ok we are off and running! If you haven't completed your feelings about your coworkers list please do so before you post.

Without further ado @Hellion will be our first clue giver!

@Penny

Great opening post, Penny. I may not have mine up until tomorrow or Tuesday, so hopefully no one needs to wait for me to post their intros/characterizations, etc.

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Added my character and her rather direct opinions!

@Penny

Nice work! I'll see about putting one together as well for Alyx.

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Alyx Bellamy | Painter of Wonderous Things

Name: Alyx Bellamy

Age: 28

Concept: Painter / Muralist (lowkey title given to herself: “Ward Master”)

Description: Standing at roughly five-foot-six-inches, Alyx is fairly shorter than the average female of her extended family. With a slightly curvy frame, beautifully defined facial features, and a bit of thickness in all the right (or wrong, depending on who you ask) places, Alyx still finds herself falling into self-consciousness and barely enjoys her own reflection. As of late, she keeps her curly hair shorter than usual to cut down on the fuss.

Personality Traits: Borderline Extrovert | Imaginative | Impatient | Self Deprecating | Anxious | Impulsive | Picky | Perfectionist (especially with her artwork)

Personality: To say that Alyx speaks her mind would be an understatement, because when the girl takes issue with something (which seems to be quite often) her opinions are given whether anyone wants it or not. Other times, however, she can be quite calm and reserved, delving into her artwork or ignoring everyone around her with headphones and good beats. Really depends on the day or perhaps phases of the moon. Who knows? Even though the relationship with her family is rather strained, she still loves them but doesn't always want to show it in any obvious way.

Habits//Quirks//Oddities: Usually she finds herself humming or singing to music that's only playing in her head, especially when nervous or anxious. Occasionally talks to herself, and maybe even answers her own questions out loud. She also comes off as a bit of a germaphobe, washing or sanitizing her hands quite often throughout the day. And a useful, but still rather unusual, is being able to nap just about anywhere, almost like a cat.

Powers/skills: Infuses hand-crafted glyphs and symbols with magic to ward away supernatural beings. The resilience of the ward depends on the ink or paint used and the object or surface the symbols are being placed on.

Relationship Chart

Eleanor Tregellen: One of the few people that is more like me than I would ever admit. Elle is approachable and definitely someone I trust and have no issues confiding in if needed, although sometimes I wonder just how much is too much with her. She has a habit of not complaining, and that air of professionalism and uncompromised confidence seems to really shine with the head of our group.

Primrose Chastain: Vanity of vanities. All is vanity! Yep, that pretty much sums her up, at least on the outside. Like a Hollywood starlet from the Golden Age. Rich, and she knows it. I always felt like Prim put up a front just to push people away, but there are so many more interesting layers to her once you’ve known the woman long enough. Still, she’s smart, witty, knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to seize opportunities. All in all, she’s bearable company.

Malcador Ravenwood: Okay, yes, I can’t help but crack a smile and feel just a bit better about myself when he’s chatting it up with me about some random piece of artwork I’ve had my nose stuck in for hours on end. However, I also know most of what he says is bullshit, and those good looks, fancy threads, and cavalier attitude can only get him so far. Also, his whole “old world mysticism” vibe feels played out. Robes? Who does that?

Jaelle Codona: Hauntingly beautiful, quite the silvertongue, fun personality, great dancer, and…totally can’t be trusted. However, I try to give the girl the benefit of the doubt as often as I can spare. I mean, being dead can’t be easy for anyone. Jaelle, for the most part, has been quite the boon to the group, although I still get a little weirded-out by her friend Mal.

Fynn Laplace: The dude is, hands down, one of the best people I know around computers and pretty much any tech that is out there. Good thing too, because I know I’ve had to utilize his skills a few times just to break into my own laptop. Still, the unsettling presence of whatever lives inside him can’t be overlooked. I try not to stand too close if I don’t have to.

Hell's Belles

Mae Galanis | “Technomancer”

“Give me a box of wires and circuits any day.
People are more difficult to deal with than machines.”

Name: Mae Galanis
Gender: F
Age: 19

Appearance:

Standing at just under five feet, Mae doesn’t mind the fact that her smaller, petite stature keeps her hidden in plain sight which compliments her introverted nature. And being rather on the androgynous side, typical clothing for her had always been more or less “streetwear”, or at the very least, tshirt, jeans and sneakers. Very rarely did she ever dress up for an event, unless it was absolutely necessary. Thick dark hair usually obscures at least half her face.

Personality:

Introverted | Focused | Caring

A borderline introvert, for the most part, Mae is quite friendly and outgoing to those she knows, and rather suspicious and close-minded to just about everyone else. Her relationship to technology and the like, however, seems to surpass any human connection, as her comfort level is always highest when surrounded by programming language and the warmth of a motherboard.

History:

Mae was an only child, fostered by two loving parents who were firm but not up in her business twenty-four-seven. So, the girl spent a lot of time alone. But, as a tinkerer at heart, it was time well-spent, becoming interested in computers, electronics, and essentially how things went together. But even moreso, how they came apart and what was inside that made them tick. Time online helped to teach her just about anything, especially as she dove headfirst into the world of programming, encryptions, and hacking. Sure, it wasn't all glamorous like the movies depicted, but to a girl who loved to explore, the internet was a sea of untapped playgrounds.

For the most part, Mae was a typical introvert hailing from a bustling city, having only moved a few times in her young life due to her parents' work situation. Their long hours had Mae home by herself most of the time, which was a blessing and a curse, especially for a latchkey kid.

At nineteen years old, magic that slept deep within her psyche since birth began to manifest. Perhaps she was a late bloomer, or this was normal for someone like her, but it triggered without warning. As she sat in her bedroom mindlessly trudging through a first-person shooter, the initial wave of a strange yet familiar telepathic connection came, fusing her senses with that of the gaming console. Digitized voices, binary waves, electronic pulses, cryptic code, and holographic images surfaced as though an imaginary “heads-up display” had appeared before her. Mae had no idea what to do, and was unable to essentially shut it off, as the mental exhaustion became too much, too soon. She cowered in the corner, her mind continuing to reveal more of this unknown world, lights flickered, the television fizzled out, and as the power within her grew, there began an incessant exchange of cryptic information that she couldn't quiet, as though every piece of technology within a small radius was reaching out to her like a beacon.

Eventually the sound of her own cries echoed from the bedroom, and both parents rushed in to see their daughter curled up in a dark corner, shaking her head and confused, while electrical devices in their house -as well as surrounding homes- behaved erratically. They were at a loss, But what could her parents have done? What could anyone have done? Mae did her best to explain the situation to them, however the magnitude of the events were simply too much to comprehend.

It wasn’t until she received an email from a mysterious sender -the “benefactor”-, opening her eyes to a world that she only figured was a myth, told to scare or warn. But, something deep in the back of her mind assumed the timing of the email and the manifestation of these “abilities” were no coincidence…

Equipment:

► Apple Watch
► iPhone 13
► Bluetooth earbuds
► Pocket-sized USB backup charger
► Pack of “IceBreakers” chewing gum

Magic:

Technomancy (shadowjack) - ability to understand and manipulate/hack electronic technology through clever use of telepathic connections and obfuscation. With regard to general electronic devices, it allows the user to tap into the unit and “speak” to it to an extent, so on a simple scale, a microwave could be remotely hijacked.

Those devices, however, that are networked or connected to the internet, can be quite tricky and require a greater level of mental focus in order to “travel” through cyberspace. A user can easily get lost as well, their mind jacked into the framework for so long that it can take hours or days to come back.

[ Note: Her eyes take on an almost emerald iridescence when telepathically interfacing with a machine or traveling through the internet. Focus for her is key, and will have earbuds in and music playing as she works to filter out any ambient interference. ]

Limitations:

Like any telepathic ability, usage can be extremely mentally & physically draining depending on the level of challenge while interfacing with a particular electronic or computer system. There is even a chance that her mind could be locked into a system, while her body remains in a dormant state, which could prove fatal if left unchecked for too long.

The Sunday Group

Question 1

St. Augustine, Florida. The oldest city in the united states. Gators, ghosts, and spanish gold!

@POOHEAD189

Would def be my second!

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Question 1

Miami of course! But, I might also be a bit bias...

Question 2

Alyx has been with the Sunday group less than a year.

The Return of Magic - An Intro

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Eyeing the one who appeared from some unknown “portal” suspiciously, Mae joined a few of the others who had shown up to the undisclosed address, checking the GPS on her phone only to realize that it barely registered within a ten-mile radius. Something was off, especially when dealing with a satellite tracking system. There would have to be a lot of electro-magnetic interference in the area, or was it something else? Either way, the girl felt something wasn’t quite right with the area.

She overheard the brief exchange between the pale girl with the thick-rimmed glasses, and the other who was quite the redhead. Something about “Seeing dead people” or “ghosts”, causing Mae to vaguely smirk at the chatter.

It was all a lot to take in, and no doubt the others who were present felt the same way. Overwhelmed? Confused? Hungry? Geez, when was the last time the girl ate?

“What the hell are we doing here?” Mae finally spoke up, mostly to herself, but anyone who was within a few feet would have understood. She surveyed the front of the house, it’s hauntingly beautiful façade, and eerie vibe that was probably compounded by virtue of the fact that it was smack in the middle of fucking nowheresville.

Impulsively, she checked her phone as though something had come up. She never did hear back from Ella, one of her best friends, who she had sent a few text messages to shortly before embarking on the trip. What was there to say other than she would be gone for a bit, but to keep in touch? I mean, Mae certainly wasn’t going to admit that she was following instructions from a mysterious email and meeting someone who could help her with whatever shit was going on in her mind and body.

But she knew she wasn’t normal. Not like her family or friends.

She needed answers.

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Still need to work on the background part, but here's my "magical artist"

Alyx Bellamy | Painter of Wonderous Things

Name: Alyx Bellamy

Age: 28

Concept: Painter / Muralist (lowkey title given to herself: “Ward Master”)

Description: Standing at roughly five-foot-six-inches, Alyx is fairly shorter than the average female of her extended family. With a slightly curvy frame, beautifully defined facial features, and a bit of thickness in all the right (or wrong, depending on who you ask) places, Alyx still finds herself falling into self-consciousness and barely enjoys her own reflection. As of late, she keeps her curly hair shorter than usual to cut down on the fuss.

Personality Traits: Borderline Extrovert | Imaginative | Impatient | Self Deprecating | Anxious | Impulsive | Picky | Perfectionist (especially with her artwork)

Personality: To say that Alyx speaks her mind would be an understatement, because when the girl takes issue with something (which seems to be quite often) her opinions are given whether anyone wants it or not. Other times, however, she can be quite calm and reserved, delving into her artwork or ignoring everyone around her with headphones and good beats. Really depends on the day or perhaps phases of the moon. Who knows? Even though the relationship with her family is rather strained, she still loves them but doesn't always want to show it in any obvious way.

Habits//Quirks//Oddities: Usually she finds herself humming or singing to music that's only playing in her head, especially when nervous or anxious. Occasionally talks to herself, and maybe even answers her own questions out loud. She also comes off as a bit of a germaphobe, washing or sanitizing her hands quite often throughout the day. And a useful, but still rather unusual, is being able to nap just about anywhere, almost like a cat.

Powers/skills: Infuses hand-crafted glyphs and symbols with magic to ward away supernatural beings. The resilience of the ward depends on the ink or paint used and the object or surface the symbols are being placed on.

Background: W I P

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@Penny, do the characters need to have investigative/law enforcement backgrounds to be apart of the detective agency, or it is one of those situations where it's a group from all walks of life coming together based on useful magical abilities?