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Experiment X

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Experiment X

Carolina Tamaya Camacho

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Carolina Tamaya Camacho

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Character Summary

Name: Carolina Tamaya Camacho

Aliases: Friends call her Caro; People closest to her call her Lina or Maya; On the job - Jefa

Age: 37

Birthday: October 10, 1946

Birth Place: Cajamarca, Peru

Gender: Female

Powers: Piezokinesis/Pressure manipulation

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Appearance

Height: 5’5’’

Weight: 125 lbs

Build: Fit

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brunette

Skin Tone: Mocha

Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

Personal Style: Tank-tops, jeans and boots are Carolina's everyday uniform. While her stile of dress is simple and her stature is not the most impressive one, the woman still manages to command her surroundings like no one would believe. Her presence of character is nothing to be laughed at even if her wardrobe is nothing fancy. But that's how Jefa likes it anyway. Utility is of way more value in her line of work, than fancy outfits. If push comes to shove, she cleans up nicely, but she will always feel more comfortable in her jeans, tank and boots... and maybe a greasy stain or two on her cheeks.

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Psychology

Loyal * Harsh * Unwavering * Grumpy * Helpful * Sullen

Sexuality: Distinct preference to female company

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Carolina is a no nonsense kind of woman. Sometimes even to the point of being harsh. But having lived the life she has and endured her fair share of dark moments, she knows that at certain times you need more than backbone and a stiff upper lip to survive. She believes each personal is responsible for how they live their lives and what they do with them. She will help if you need help, but she will not hold your hand and baby you. She is more likely to teach you how to do it, than offer to do your job for you. She is not above sharing the hard lessons life has taught her. She is surprisingly kind and caring under the hardened exterior. People who get to know her well will find that bit about her. She is overprotective of children and any creature that is too weak to defend itself against the bullies of the world. But to get to that soft interior one must first endure the harsh, grumpy and often times sullen attitude of the woman.

In professional capacity Carolina is unflinching and unwavering. Always competent and in control of the situation. To the point that it has earned her the nickname 'Jefa'. People know not to mess with her and those under her care. She doesn't hold grudges, but she won't let vile things go unpunished either. If you've wronged a person close to her you better make amends fast or Jefa will not forgive the transgression. That said Carolina is not a violent person by nature. She may chew you out, but will never resort to physical punishment. Well, she makes an exception for the most vile and depraved individuals out there.

Habits: Switches to Aymara in emotional situations and would also mumble in Aymara whenever she is concentrating on something; Taps her foot if stationary for too long

Hobbies: Woodcarving

Fears:

• Zealots
• Losing people she loves
• Injections

Likes:

• Tinkering with stuff
• Cooking
• Dancing
• Reading
• Exploring old ruins
• BBQ
• Alternative theories on ancient human history

Dislikes:

• Smoking
• Alcohol and drunkards
• Critters and crawlers
• Inconsiderate behavior
• Men touching her without consent
• Bullies
• Quitters

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Cards On The Table

General World Skills:

• Off-road driving
• Mechanic
• Wilderness survival
• Aymara /Language/
• Spanish /Language/
• Spelunking

Combat Skills:

• Parkour
• Brawling
• Dual Machete Fighting
• Endurance

Possessions:

• Her trusty ride
• A pair of machetes
• Inca aircraft pin
• A copy of Chariots of the Gods
• Mythology books
• Wallet /ID, 100$ in 10s and 20s/
• Tool kit
• Survival gear
• First aid kit
• Binoculars

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History

How did you discover your powers: During that first archaeological expedition where Carolina had secured a job as cheap labor for herself, one of the other workers had taken a shine to her. An older man of ill repute and a nasty drinking habit. One night as the group had set up camp and almost everyone had fallen asleep in their tents Carolina was making sure the city dwellers hadn't left anything out in the open that would attract the attention of the wild life. It was then that a sweaty mitt had clamped itself down on her mouth and nose and a blobby, stinky body had dragged her some ways away from the campsite.

She hadn't been able to call out and when that old, disgusting man had released her mouth, they'd been too far away for anyone to hear her cries for help. And cry she did! And scream and scratch and bite. For the girl knew what was about to happen and she was not going to let it happen without a fight. And just as she was kicking and screaming in utter desperation, suddenly it was the blobby, stinky, grubby, horrible excuse for a man that started screeching in pain as blood ran out of his eyes and nose and ears. And he was off Carolina in a flash and slumped down on the forest floor screaming and screaming, until he fell silent.

After that incident Carolina started noticing her ability to exert control over pressure.



General History: Carolina grew up as an orphan on the streets of Cajamarca, Peru. She was abandoned as a baby on the footsteps of a small church operated orphanage. The nuns didn't have much to work with in terms of government funding, but they made due with donations and volunteer work by people from the neighborhood. The children grew up on a diet of simple meals and hand-me-down clothes. But they never lacked for kindness as the nuns devoted their lives to the children in the orphanage.

Still, the life of an orphan was not an easy one and especially considering the state of the country, with corruption rampant and civil rights severely restricted. Luckily for Caro, one of the volunteers at the orphanage took her under his wing. A middle-aged Aymara Indian mechanic, who did odd jobs around the orphanage. He was the first to recognize the blanket Caro had been wrapped in as a baby, as being of Aymara make. From there on the two were inseparable and the only reason Inti did not make steps to adopt Caro officially was that he had no wife and lived alone the simple life of a mechanic. He did not had the resources to take care of a little girl, but in every other aspect he became an adoptive father to little Carolina.

When she became a teenager he kept her off the streets by allowing her to work on the cars in the shop with him. Although she loved doing it anyway and would not trade it for anything else. Still, growing up, the young girl became conscious of the resources it took to raise children and the hardships the nuns faced every day. So young Carolina began doing odd jobs here and there, since Inti couldn't pay her a mechanic's salary. Eventually Caro received her first job as grunt work on an archaeological expedition. The group needed porters and people familiar with the area and Carolina jumped on the opportunity.

This continued for a number of years with Caro splitting her time between working as cheap labor on various expeditions within the rainforest, fixing cars with Inti and learning the trade, and keeping up with her homeschooling the nuns gave the orphans. By the time Carolina was twenty-five she was a competent mechanic, with years of practical experience. She was also a well known wilderness guide with good reputation. And the nuns had done their best to impart the orphans with the necessary knowledge to get them through life. Caro was a bright, hardworking, young woman. She loved the nuns who had cared for her all her life and adored Inti, her unofficial adoptive father.

By the time Carolina'd hit 37, she was known as a no-nonsense, hardcore wilderness guide who got the job done and had never lost a single member of the expeditions she led into the rainforest. She was harsh and unyielding, but people knew she would keep them safe and would not lead them astray. And whenever Caro was not playing around in the Amazon, she worked on cars in the shop with a now getting up there in age Inti. She also donated her time freely to the orphanage and helped the nuns with money and whatever else she could.

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Extras

Character Quote: "To remain calm when everyone else loses his nerve is the greatest contribution you can make to others: to be cool headed when a storm is raging is to act like the channel through which the "Intij Inti" will cast it's rays of light, clearing away the blackest darkness", Chamalu

Theme Song: Tell That Devil

Anything Else: A tossup between Gambit and Rogue. A convo with your friendly neighborhood tiki mask demon



_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.}

D&D 5e: Plight of Greed

As Ko made to continue further, keeping vigil of her surroundings, the forest she was walking through gave off an eerie, unfamiliar feeling. It wasn't like any forest Kosara had roamed through before. As hard as she tried to spy any druidic markings, Ko could find none. Which was strange indeed as druids tended to leave hidden messages here and there throughout the woods with useful information. But this forest... It was as if no druid had ever set foot in it.

And just as Kosara was scanning her gaze in search of druid messages, she noticed something else entirely. A large owl... Certainly lager than a normal owl. Perched on a branch. But the majestic creature appeared not to notice her and instead turned and focused its gaze on something else. That's when the druid noticed a nasty gash on the owl's wing. Oh, you poor, beautiful bird! Ko frowned and wondered if she would be able to coax the owl to let her treat that wound. She stepped forward slowly and carefully intent on doing just that when she noticed a disproportionately large centipede. The scale of the creature made its hideous form pop out in stark detail. Kosara shivered in disgust. What disturbed her even more was the fact that the gross bug-creature was paying her no mind and had its sights firmly set on the injured owl.

"Oh, no you don't!" Ko whispered under her breath. She muttered a quick incantation and her simple wooden staff slowly began to change shape. It became thorny and gnarled, while a knotted nest formed on the top where a green fluorescent light flickered to life and began pulsing steadily. Kosara launched herself at the centipede! She managed to catch the creature off guard and dealt it a fierce blow, before it could react. Surprised as the bug was Ko tried for a second blow, but was so disgusted by the puss that was ejected by the creature's wounds, that her second attack went wide. The druid grunted with the effort to reestablish her stance as the owl seized the chance and threw itself at the bug with claw and beak. And just like that, before Ko even had the chance to attack a second time, the centipede was dead!

"Serves you right, you nasty bug! Attacking that beautiful owl." The druid directed gentle eyes at the wounded owl. Now she really wanted to persuade the animal to approach her and treat its wound, as it had helped her in the fight. Ko relaxed her stance, her morphed staff beginning slowly to revert back to its usual form. "Come, brave bird. I shall do you no harm. I only wish to help." The druid whispered, standing perfectly still, allowing the owl to make its own mind. And before she knew it, Kosara felt a whoosh of air as the snow-white bird landed quietly before her. "That's it, magnificent creature." The druid approached and slowly extended her arm, grazing the injured wing with her fingers. A spark of nature magic jumped from her fingers to the owl and the wound on its wing slowly closed.

"There. That's better!" Kosara murmured as she stroked her index finger along the owl's neck, the feathers there as smooth as silk. "But my, you are such a gorgeous and noble creature!" The druid sighed. "Would you agree to be my familiar and accompany me on my travels?" Ko asked the owl in all seriousness as if the animal could understand her words. And surprisingly, the huge bird fixed her nocturnal eyes on Kosara's squawked in gratitude and took to the air in a flash. "Ah!" The druid gasped in disappointment, arm extended after the owl. "Oh, well. Goodbye, noble owl. I hope we meet again!" Ko whispered as the snow-white creature left her alone in the forest with only the centipede corps to keep her company.

Ko crouched down by it. "Now than, lets check you out." She ground her teeth in disgust, but inspected the body carefully. She noticed strange unfamiliar markings along the bug-creature's body, as well as saddles. "Well now. This is unusual! Who on earth would be willing to ride a disgusting creature such as you?!" Kosara wondered as she tried to commit the strange markings to memory. She would have transcribed them, had she writing materials, but alas she did not.

With that task done, the druid stood up and looked about herself. Nothing else caught her attention within the forest. She did notice a dim light bobbing up and down from outside the line of trees. Other travelers? Or could it be someone other than me had also heard this call of dreams! "Well let's wait and see if they should come this way". Kosara murmured as she hid behind a tree and did her best to merge with the forest.

Rolls

1d20+5 Shillelagh attack on centipede! = (8)+5 = 13 Hits!
Damage: 1d8+3 Kill it! Kill it! = (2)+3 = 5
1d20+1 Initiative = (16)+1 = 17
Second attack: 1d20+5 Die, you bug! = (2)+5 = 7 Misses!
Animal Handling on owl: 2d20+5k1 Come here, birdie, it's okay! = (21+23) = 23
Cure Wounds: 1d8+3 Cure Wounds on owl = (6)+3 = 9
Investigate centipede body: 1d20+2 Dissect that centipede! = (17)+2 = 19

D&D 5e: Plight of Greed

Kosara thrashed and turned on her bundle of skins. The voice was tormenting her again. Not but a week had passed since it first appeared in her dreams and began beckoning at her. 'Come!' It urged her. But come where? Ko wasn't raised to believe in deities. Mama Yaga always said nature itself was a goddess-like existence to them. She always taught Kosara to respect and fear nature. Ever since she'd found the little girl abandoned deep in the woods.

Ko had been so terrified. Coming face to face with the old woodland crone. She'd thought the monster had come the eat her alive because she'd been a bad girl. But then she'd remembered she hadn't been a bad girl. Not for quite awhile now. She'd even gone to the woods with her bigger sister to gather mushrooms for dinner. And than Sasa had said she'd heard a sound and had gone to investigate, instructing the younger girl to stay put. And Kosara had done as she was told. And had waited for her sister to come get her. And waited. And waited! But Sasa hadn't come back. Instead Mama Yaga had appeared in all her terrible glory. Vested in the disguise she used to scare people away from the more precious parts of the woods.

And the decrepit old crone had taken the scared little girl in and raised her as her own. Teaching her the ways of the druid. About herbs and healing plants. About all things alive in the forest. And as the girl grew up, she learned how to hunt and how to give respect to the forest for providing them with game and fruit. And as she became a young woman Mama Yaga called on her one day and said it was time to pass on the mantle of 'Baba Yaga'. And she taught Kosara how to disguise herself and how to make her own disguises. Thus Ko became 'Baba Yaga', the infamous woodland crone that was said to eat little children who didn't listen to their parents and ventured too deep into the woods.

'Come, and hurry!' The voice beckoned once more in Kosara's dream. The voice so persistent that the young woman woke with a start.

"That dream again, girl!" The gruff, wizened voice of Mama Yaga inquired. She was handing her adopted daughter a cup with some tonic.

"Mhm." Ko mumbled sipping on her tonic.

"Don't talk while drinking." Mama Yaga scolded. "It's bad manners!" The old crone shook her head. "Why do you make me repeat myself?!" It was not so much a question as a parental complaint.

Kosara swallowed and lowered her head chastised. "Sorry, Mama." She sipped some more of the nerve soothing tonic and continued. "Yes. It was the same dream again." Ko hesitated. "Only this time it felt more intense."

"I know we've talked it over and none of us likes it. But maybe you should go."

Kosara sighed. It was true that the two of them had discussed the call of her dreams. They didn't trust it and had decided Ko should ignore it. But it had been getting worse with time. Almost unbearable. So when Mama Yaga said maybe she should go, Kosara couldn't help but agree. The young woman nodded. "I agree. But go where?"

"I suppose whoever or whatever put out the call will guide you in the right direction. You just take to the woods and follow." The crone stood up allowing Ko to do the same and begin preparing for the road ahead. "And you be careful, girl, ya hear!" The gruff voice of the old woman was surprisingly gentle and filled with emotion.

"I will, Mama!" Kosara promised and hugged her old mother tightly, but gently. As she pulled away she smiled. "You've taught me well."

"Aye! That I did. Now go!" And Ko was off.

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As the druid traveled through the familiar woodland terrain she could feel the call getting even stronger and more intense. While at the same time the light of the day was beginning to dim. Ko lit a torch and continued onward, careful of her surroundings. Mindful not to disturb the forest creatures with her trek through their territory. At the same time she kept her eyes peeled for any druidic messages her fellow druids might have left. Mama Yaga had taught her to recognize and understand the language way back when she was still a little girl. But Kosara didn't see any druidic signs in this forest.

What she did see however was something akin to a tower way in the distance, peaking through the foliage of the trees. There! Go there! Something spoke inside her and Ko made to obey, but as she put her good foot forward an invisible wall halted her progress. The druid's face scrunched up in confusion. "What the...?" She followed the obstacle in length in both directions. "Is this some joke!? First you call and now you won't let me pass!" Kosara was about to go into a fit of nerves when she heard Mama Yaga's voice in her head. 'And remember, girl, anger achieves nothing but distract you from your goal. Don't give into it. Whenever you feel it consuming you, sit on the forest floor, take in the smells of the trees and animals that surround you and let nature calm your soul.'

Ko took a deep breath and did as Mama Yaga had once instructed her when she was a little kid and would get frustrated with her druid lessons. She sat on the forest floor, stabbed the torch near her, and allowed the feel of the forest to engulf her. And slowly but steadily she felt her anger and frustration seep into the soil. Not too long after she felt the invisible barrier disperse and the call beckoned yet again.

"Aye, I'm coming!" She got up, took her torch and continued calmly towards the tower.

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

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Zoya Nikolova

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Location: The Framework
Skills: Emergency Surgery

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Z had managed to bring her rage under control and was ready for round two when her teammates jumped into the fray each of them with what they got in terms of abilities and skills. The Olympian tried out whatever power she had on Creed, but as it would appear to no effect. Nik gritted her teeth and was about to lunch herself at the man-beast anew when Tess stepped forward and threw some sparks in Sabretooth’s direction, but the bleeding animal didn't even realize he'd been hit. Z could empathize with Tess. Her own powers had failed her twice in short succession in her attempts to subdue Victor Creed. When Tess would not give up and tried a second time to hit Sabretooth with her powers, Z grinned. Good on you, Tess! Don't give up. Light the tosser up like a Christmas tree!

Just as Nik was thinking that, Tess managed to hit Sabretooth with enough voltage to knock him on his arse. Z could not help but feel a bit affected by the sight of Tess, the straight girl she was secretly crushing on, bring down this huge beast of a man. "Nicely done!" She cheered Tess' effort, face slightly flushed. Again she made to stand from her crouch and attempt to neutralize Creed, when Tinley stepped in and ordered the man to stand down with an authority only she could pull off. Z could not help but grin. Even if deep down inside she felt a tiny bit sorry for Sabretooth. She still remembered the unpleasant feeling of trying to stop her own hand from punching her in the face. Nik had to admit, however, that she much preferred that power of Tinley's utilized against their enemies.

With Creed momentarily neutralized Z stood up from her crouching position and approached Tinley and the huge lug of a man. "Way to put us all to shame, princess!" Nik applauded, all sarcasm stripped from her words and her pet name for Tinley. "What say we pat this big boy down in case he's got something important on him." Z growled in the direction of Creed. Her head still throbbing with the crack she'd received while evading Sabretooth’s attack. Nik's hands began her search, but with every inch of clothed flash she was patting down, her being filled with disgust and irritation, until eventually she stepped back. Her face a study of revulsion. God, I want to kick him in the bollocks! Z thought grinding her teeth. "Maybe someone else should search him." Nik pointed her chin at the seated lumbering man. "I don't think I can be near him and not want to bust his nuts!" Her lip curled in disgust and anger.

As Sabretooth began spouting useful information at Tinley's orders, Z approached Arc. She wanted to check on him, see if there was no serious injury. Halfway through she realized the futility of such concerns considering they were in the Framework. Still she felt compelled to do so by her training and the way she was as a person. She crouched down to the man and halted his attempt to stand up. "Stay still a bit. Let me look you over." Z grabbed Arc's wrist, checking his pulse. "Niah would never forgive me if I let her best friend die." Nik chuckled. "Even if only in the Framework." As the explosives engineer did an as complete as the situation allowed examination of Arc, she found him to be bruised and battered, but thankfully no worse for wear.

"We're lucky this was the Framework." Z said as she helped Arc up. "Who knows if this was real life how badly that attack could have ended. But... it doesn't seem like there's anything broken so you'll live." Nik looked at where they were. "Well... so the speak." She shook her head and went off to search the office area for clues or anything else they could use. If they were up against Quicksilver they needed a solid plan with at least a couple of contingencies if they were to neutralize him and secure the hostages. As Z was going from booth to booth, scanning desks and personal spaces, she remembered the cassette tape she'd picked up on the entrance of the building. She took it out of her pocket and examined it again. The name 'Pietro' in the signature popped up even clearer now. It would seem I was right and this was either his or made by him to give to someone. I wonder if we could use it somehow to distract him. Z looked about. I don't suppose I can find a tape player anywhere on this floor?! Nik thought it was a long shot at best but started opening drawers just the same.

She'd almost given up when one of the last drawers revealed the coveted item. "Well I'll be... What were the odds?!" Nik wrestled the tape into the player, nearly muted the volume and hit 'play'. Hearing Billy Joel's Uptown Girl the explosives engineer grinned, as it was one of her favorite songs. She contained the urge to sing along with the tape recorder. It was neither the time, nor the place. Who knew that bloody git had such good taste in music. Shame! Nik pressed 'stop' on the record player and rejoined her team mates.

"Did the furball give any specifics?" Z asked. "We'll need them if we want to deal with Quicksilver and save the hostages. Speedsters are ridiculously OP!" Nik grumbled. "I have something I believe we could use as a distraction. And if we can get Victor here to cooperate, maybe we do have a slight chance of doing this." Z once again demonstrated the tape and explained how she believed it was either Pietro's or he'd made it for someone. "If we can play the tape over an intercom system or something to distract him somehow." Her gaze flickered towards Arc as the Communications alumnus. "...and enlist the aid of Mr. Creed here." Nik finished and shrugged uncertain. "I know this is the Framework and we can rest assured we won't die if the worst comes to pass, but I for one don't like leaning on that particular crutch. I say we prepare for this as if our lives and the lives of the hostages depended on it and forget we can't really die if we fuck up. After all... Isn't the drive to survive what often fuels ingenuity." Realizing how cheesy she'd sounded Z flushed profusely even with her olive complexion and fell in a stunned silence.

D&D 5e: Plight of Greed

Kosara 'Baba Yaga' Rusnova

The Human Druid raised by a woodland crone

Only a fool doesn't fear nature!

Experiment X

Looks like you are in need of another older person I shall endevour to give you a CS shoulder

Goldberg Tech: Serendipity

Are we still on?

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

@Amaranth I'll see about starting us off after work. Any preference for the collab medium? I'm okay with PMs myself.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

@Amaranth Well, since in my last post El has just boarded the Demeter, I don't think we can fit them meeting halfway along the way... So maybe everyone else gets paired up after the Captain's briefing and the two are left standing alone awkwardly looking about themselves... And at each other... Or something. And we go from there