Horrid

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Resident Street Sammy, reporting in.

Résumé

N A M E :

Alice 'Blink' Springfield

E D U C A T I O N :

Double B.S. in Streetwisdom and Domestic Terrorism from Hard Knocks Academy (note: self-accredited).

Honorary Doctorate in Bladeology from Cutting Edge Tech (note: institute not officially recognized.)

S K I L L S :

• Bladewielding
• Parkour/Urban Navigation
• Infiltration
• Good Reflexes
• No Pain Receptors
• Intimidation
• High Biocompatibility/Augmentability
• Explosives Improviser

E X P E R I E N C E :

• When asked to retrieve a client's antiques from a sealed vault, levelled the building with explosives before hauling the vault off with a crane.
• Redirected a small caliber bullet back to its shooter with her blade, saving a major bank administrator's life. Proceeded to shake him down for his Credstick.
• Once defended a client's shipment from automated assault drones for 12 straight hours, with only a blade and a broken arm.

Interview

Tell me a little about yourself...

Y'need someone taken care of? No? How 'bout an enforcer? I can rough 'em up real good for ya. No? Maybes you need someone to protect yer investments, private security-like. I gotcha covered, as long as someone or something needs roughin', I'm ya gal.

Why do you want this job?

Creds, son. Got my eye oneah them flashy new energy sabers. Also there's some... undesirables that got y'girl in they black books. Some job security wouldn't hurt.

How are you qualified?

Once, in elementary school, y'girl put 3 kids in the ICU. I don't take kindly to cutsies. I also got a killcount tally on my back. Wanna see?

What is it you expect to receive in return?

A fly-ass motorcycle maybe. Or maybe some drek-hot security armor. Definitely a boatload of chyen, omae. OH, and enough chrome to fill an armory!

Discovery- character development rp

@Gentlemanvaultboy@WeepingHollows@Rusalka@Amithea
G rose to his tremendous height of 7 foot once more and hoisted Dave up into two hands at his side. The eye upon the sword's surface fixed upon Claudia and The Baron at their questioning.

"Above us? What manse stands above this hellish pit, Mr. Wayne? Memory is... a funny thing. Last good news I heard from the outside, the Empire was recovering from the loss of the Thirteen Colonies..."

Dave's eye seemed to shimmer slightly at the mention of the Empire. He looked to Claudia with a blank stare that lingered... maybe a touch too long.

"Pray, Madam DeFeren, tell me you have word of good Farmer George? How fares our highness?"

The wolflad holding the piece of paper up to G's caged mug was met with a sniffing from the brute and a hearty guffaw from the blade.

"Terribly sorry but the old boy is as blind as a bat, young master Zakk."

Dave blinked at him, voice smiling and eye twinkling through the dark.

"My but you are a queer looking bunch, aren't you? A Hallows Eve spook, a woman in gossamer garb, a wolfish lad from the wilds, and a lass from what looks like the east land of the rising sun?" Dave's gaze swept to Serene standing at the entrance, where it lingered once more.

Dave hummed with what sounded like positivity and blinked absently as G's massive muscled chest heaved with his heavy breaths.

"Well, no matter. I've longed for ages to feel the breeze on my hilt. Shall we head up?"

G moved with purpose, hunching over to fit into the stone hallway and make his way back up with Dave astride his back.

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

His therapist tells him it's therapeutic.

But his therapist is the USG equivalent of a Speak and Spell toy, so it might not be the most trustworthy.

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Amadeus is ALARMINGLY aware of how many teeth the staff members have.

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Huge first post but necessary to establish Amadeus as the team fool. Promise they won't all be that long.

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Amadeus Worthington!

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Amadeus' day began like any other average joe scientist's would. At around 5:00AM, his alarm clock went up to tell him that it was time to stop whimpering and aiming his multi-tool at the vent next to his bed, and get to his morning routine. He swung his legs out of bed, and plodded about his salvaged USG lifeboat evacuation pod wearing only his USG Crew Member sweater and his favorite (read: only) pair of clean briefs.

He approached the makeshift mirror he constructed from a medical drone and stolen rear view mirrors. The thing held the various pieces of reflective glass up with multiple extendible arms, some that creaked and retracted, others that fizzled and fell off. He checked his mask-adorned face and tousled his hair before giving out a vocoded sigh.

Then he pressed his CommLink's receiver button and 'Sweet Home Alabama' by Lynyrd Skynyrd started blasting through his helmet.

He jigged and jived as he brushed the front of his mask with a toothbrush, before proceeding to take out a disposable razor to try and get at that pesky 5 o'clock shadow on his breathing apparatus. In the shower, he howled out of tune to the song like a baboon in distress, taking care to get at all those creases and crannies on his mask with the loofah. Breakfast was easy, he thought as he uncapped a tube marked "Gud Gunk" and squeezed its entirety into the input port on his mask. The greenish brown gunk dribbled out from beneath and down onto his neck.

"Awwh cripes." He said as he moved back into his bathroom and gave his mouth a proper wash. Difficult but at least his breath, and mask, would smell minty fresh.

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With that done and dusted, he stepped into the suit storage unit and let it dress him in his usual attire, EVA auxiliaries and all with a clean sweater and clean pants to match. He promptly exited his evacuation pod to the alley it had crashed in, just a few minutes walk from Mr. Phillips' (or as he liked to call him, Dr. Phil's) swanky laboratory. Amadeus entered and commenced his daily morning routine of checking on everyone in the building.

"Mornin', Dr. Phil!" Engrossed in his readings as always, such an inspiration. And one of Amadeus favorite scientific journals too. What a swell boss to work under.

"Mornin', Ms. Suya!" The roll of her eyes means that she's having a good morning. The distant look of longing and the sparkling flick of her rainbow hair meant that she was hungry or something. Amadeus would get her a bearclaw later.

"Mornin', Mr. McAllister!" He was always so chipper in the morning. Amadeus knew they shared a special bond. Especially with the all the nicknames they had for each other. Like how Amadeus would call him 'Mr. Mac' and he would call Amadeus 'bloody nuisance' and 'useless slime'.

Such a special bond.

"Mornin', Ms. O'Beirne!" He didn't have any scrap for her to chew on, but he'd find some soon enough. For now he could only offer some Jolly Ranchers. They were a pretty good substitute in his opinion.

"Mornin', HAT!" The triggerhappy bot put him on edge with that laser pistol, but it was great to see him all the same. He couldn't offer HAT a Jolly Rancher to he resolved to just saluting at him.

He finished the greetings by heading straight to the coffee machine and starting up a brew.

It was there that he was confronted with the massive form of his good buddy Worogoro, killing a whole pot of joe in one go. He was impressed, as always. His blaring rock music ensured he couldn't hear the terrifying roar that he made before, so his nerves were fine. He popped a pill and squeezed it beneath hs mask to be sure. Now was the time to socialise, his favorite part of his job.

"Well hey there, Mean and Green! I see your enjoying the brew to start the day! Y'know I really do favor that there double shot espresso, but I see you take yours black! I never could do that myself, far too bitter for too long. Quick and painless is how I work."

He tried his best to shuffle around the massive bulk of the Ork to get to the coffee machine, voice practically smiling for him in place of a face.

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Amadeus Worthington

Personality: Amadeus is a friendly kind of guy, even if he isn't the most formal or work-appropriate. He's always up for a conversation about the game last night, how the big corporations are watching everything we do, or how cool jazz is.

That is, when he isn't going through one of his flashback episodes to his time on the USG Jerusalem. The things he's seen are things that no man should have to experience, let alone reexperience. And so, to survive, he has learned to 'switch on' those same instincts that lead him through those perilous 2 years. Anything that moves becomes a threat, ripe for dismantling and stomping. But sometimes it turns on without his input.

At least he's on meds now.

History: When the rescue teams recovered him, Amadeus was a shivering pile of frayed nerves and rampant panic. The research station he was posted on, the USG Jerusalem, was only supposed to be a 6 week deal after all. So after drifting through space in a biological and mechanical hell of his own making for 2 years, it was understandable if he was shooting everything that moved and stamping it to paste and/or parts. It's just to be sure, after all. He has to be sure.

He is noted as being a fantastic researcher and test assistant. Partially due to his Doctorates in the fields of Robotics and Engineering and partially because of his tendency to survive drastic conditions despite all the odds against him. He'll go through hell and back for a friend, then the next day he'll be leaning over your workstation, asking how the wife and kids are.

Interesting Physical Traits: Always wears his internals, never removes his mask, several bionic and cybernetic implants such as a CommLink and and ID Chip.

Items: Atmospheric regulatory internals (oxygen, air filters, etc), EVA auxiliaries (boot jets, pressure regulation suit), several flavors of Jolly Rancher on hand at times and a refitted industrial multi-tool with functions altered to be more combat-ready.

Discovery- character development rp

@WeepingHollows@Gentlemanvaultboy@Amithea
The goopy ghoul gave a great tug with its gargantuan arms and with a scrape and a crumble, the dapper blade looked on with eye wide open as it clattered to the floor from the sheet weight of the thing. The vibrations of the blade hitting the floor set the giant on the other side of the room to struggling again.

"Steady on, my good man! You're bloody lucky my blade won't chip! Oh, the choice words I would have for you!" The blade's voice echoed into the chamber as the ghost hoisted it away, strength faltering slightly, and swung it at the tie that bound the monstrous man trapped on the room.

The giant managed to get its arm free, and swung it in a violent arc to snatch the blade from the ghosts viscous-looking fingers. He hacked and he wrenched and he pried with such fervor that one would think he was trying to dig his way out.

"I know, old boy, I know. Just do lighten up on the iron grip!"

A moment of struggle later and the monster of a man was free, hoisting the blade up to his massive shoulder as it took a half-lidded gaze around at its company. The giant growled as his chest heaved with the effort, seeming to be calming down.

"Now that the big lad is free and I'm not hilt-deep in that blasted wall anymore, I see that formalities are in order."

The large man pounded his chest with a great stonelike fist.

"This is G. Single letter. He can't hear you but that's his name."

After a moment, G got on one knee and laid the blade out in his hands as if presenting it to a superior.

"And I am Davidius Redmond Springer. You may call me Dave."

G bowed his head as Dave closed his eye as they faced the others.

"We are forever in your debt."

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Not sure if @AdobeFlash has space or want for a Dead Spacer, but for the approval of the council I present Amadeus.

CHECK THE VENTS. NOW.

Amadeus Worthington

Personality: Amadeus is a friendly kind of guy, even if he isn't the most formal or work-appropriate. He's always up for a conversation about the game last night, how the big corporations are watching everything we do, or how cool jazz is.

That is, when he isn't going through one of his flashback episodes to his time on the USG Jerusalem. The things he's seen are things that no man should have to experience, let alone reexperience. And so, to survive, he has learned to 'switch on' those same instincts that lead him through those perilous 2 years. Anything that moves becomes a threat, ripe for dismantling and stomping. But sometimes it turns on without his input.

At least he's on meds now.

History: When the rescue teams recovered him, Amadeus was a shivering pile of frayed nerves and rampant panic. The research station he was posted on, the USG Jerusalem, was only supposed to be a 6 week deal after all. So after drifting through space in a biological and mechanical hell of his own making for 2 years, it was understandable if he was shooting everything that moved and stamping it to paste and/or parts. It's just to be sure, after all. He has to be sure.

He is noted as being a fantastic researcher and test assistant. Partially due to his Doctorates in the fields of Robotics and Engineering and partially because of his tendency to survive drastic conditions despite all the odds against him. He'll go through hell and back for a friend, then the next day he'll be leaning over your workstation, asking how the wife and kids are.

Interesting Physical Traits: Always wears his internals, never removes his mask, several bionic and cybernetic implants such as a CommLink and and ID Chip.

Items: Atmospheric regulatory internals (oxygen, air filters, etc), EVA auxiliaries (boot jets, pressure regulation suit), several flavors of Jolly Rancher on hand at times and a refitted industrial multi-tool with functions altered to be more combat-ready.

Discovery- character development rp

@Rusalka@WeepingHollows@Gentlemanvaultboy@Amithea
As the intrepid mansion explorers ventured down the hallway and examined the sparse decorations, the unforgiving environment and the general malaise of the subterranean architecture, the first images to enter their heads might have been just how someone could be trapped in such a cruelly constructed place beneath such a welcoming abode. Truly the hidden passages didn't look to match the house they were attached to at all. Looking like something out of one of the darker parts of historical texts on crime and punishment.

A gaol, maybe?

A thought for another time. As they arrived in the chamber that was the origin of the screams and the struggle, a brazier in the center of the room burst into flame to reveal the prisoner.

The form of a heavily muscled man was easy to see. Skin darkened into tough leather but what could only be decades of hard labor, wide shoulders, standing at a height of around 7 feet. With hands like they were carved from stone, he struggled against the bonds that held him. He was strapped to the wall by a terrifying amount of leather buckled strips and dark steel chains, but still he pulled against them. His head was covered in a helmet that looked more like an iron maiden then it did a helmet. Otherwise his body was bare, with all its scars and deep marring, save for his tattered cloth pants.

"Oh! Bully work finding that hidden passage! Truly good show." Said a disembodied voice from the shadow. Strange that it didn't seem to be coming from the large monster of a man chained to the wall, as all he could do was struggle and mewl.

Turning around to the wall opposite would find no other prisoner. A situation most peculiar, this bodyless voice.

"I do apologise for the big lummox's vocal furore, he's blind as a bloody bat and deaf as anything without me to interpret for him."

Not a hint of another prisoner even being held here. The only other thing in here was in the other wall. Literally IN. From the stonework protruded a large, menacing blade of dark steel. Jagged and slightly curved. It's hilt and handle looked twisted, organic in a fashion, as it seemed to... BREATHE. The pinkish eye on the blade just before the wall squinted at the party through the offensive light.

"Now, would you mind terribly if one of you were to yank me from this bloody wall and use me to cut the big lad loose? I'm frightfully aware of his fear of the dark and he's been crying for so very long."