Ikthaias

The Supernatural Division

Charlotte would race down the hall towards the meeting room, her chest pounding as she finally stopped outside the door. Leaning against the wall outside and taking a breath, she would think she was rather late, and wouldn't know how to explain it or even if this was the right room.

Slowly she collected herself. She was a bright, young, talented girl, and they needed her. Surely she couldn't be turned down just because she was a little late?

Charlotte would open the door, a briefcase in her other hand, and slowly she would start to walk in. Looking around the room, she seemed out of place. Not even twenty, not gruff, or professional, just a girl in a dress. She might as well be heading to school with that look, and this might as well be a teachers lounge.

"Hello, I'm Charlotte," she would say to everyone, observing them all and the grotesque display on the monitor with a bit of a start, "I hope I'm not too late, very sorry, is there anything I've missed?" She would take a seat wether one was offered to her or not, and patiently wait for either questions or answers."

The Supernatural Division

Name: Charlotte Blackburn

Appearance: 5'8, 138 lbs., a bit lanky of a girl, with short cropped auburn hair and oddly colored tornado green eyes, almost white, gray, and stormy. Pale, usually wearing a black cocktail dress with a black bow clipped in her hair, a thick black and red polka dotted ascot, and a white wristband with a small greenish quartz charm. Usually wears simple black dress shoes and knee high white socks. Will wear a long black leather trench coat for the weather. She usually looks quite happy.

Age and Sex: 19/F

Strengths and Weaknesses: Agile, good climber/jumper, dexterous, good lockpicker, afraid of drowning, can't swim, not that strong, can read and speak multiple languages- but can read and write more than speak, is not afraid of most supernatural things, is not very scientific nor uses much technology, is very adept at copying things on the first try and learns new magics easily but does not master them quickly, better with faces than names

Brief Biography: A bright young woman who was raised by her mother, and her grandmother before her, etc., in the ways of the craft. She has a natural aptitude for magic, able to copy spells and techniques almost on sight, but finds difficulty committing them to memory and practicing them to potential, she is a good-hearted and kind-natured person, but may be a bit naive. While she has not necessarily been involved as a detective before, she starred in a recent case of the departments as her mother died. Amongst subterfuge, rivalries, and murder by black magic, her involvement with the team is both personal and professional curiosity. She hopes to learn much and help the team to defend against more attacks as they grow closer to the source of these recent mysteries.

Special Skills: A witch who possesses a few spells and knows more than basic alchemy. Although she isn't much of a detective, she is somewhat physically capable, knowing how to pick locks and able to keep up with most of the team on a runners basis. She is mostly to detect, track, and battle paranormal entities, be they witches, monsters, or otherwise. She also has a background knowledge on the occult and knows more than a few other witches within the local community.

Point assignment:

Strength: 1

Dexterity: 3

Intelligence: 4

Fortitude: 2

Other: Not well trained in weapons, but can at least use your basic handgun. A bit shy.

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@Letter Bee

Posted, sorry for the delay

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Fred stopped as he heard Mikhails voice. He turned to the wall, his face held downward and shadowed by the cap. As soon as Mikhails words were out Fred looked up in a crying, screaming rage, "fuck you!" It was the first real curse word he had ever said, and he'd never think of a better use for it than this moment, "fuck you! You think sorry gonna bring him back?!" He would heath his tiny fist against Mikhails chest, this once innocent boy now a ball of unbridled rage ans sadness, "you think saying sorry good enough- you think you can throw a party when my brothers dead- fuck you!" He would almost fall, crying, and sob out, "you didn't even come to his funeral! You or that girl- we buried him. Buried him with the others-" he would be sobbing, nothing more than a puddle of a boy, "we put flowers on his grave. He has a cross. I buried my brother." He would push himself up and the rage would return, blinding and almost a deadly stare, "it should have been you," he would say quietly, backing away. He would start to stammer something before he would simply take off, clearly traumatized, and dissapear around the corner.

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@Letter Bee

"That's Fred," the lead child would say simply, "Robs brother. They went through a lot together and Fred... He hasn't been the same since he found out. None of us can really believe it- Rob and I made the escape plan with a few of us others help. He was strong, even stronger than some of the older kids- not in his arms, but, well you know what I mean. In his heart," he would look a little embarrassed by the corniness of it, but more sad over the loss of a friend. Mikhail was a second hand savior- a last minute underdog hope no one expected. It seems like Rob was the real leader of the kids. Even Sarah seemed to flinch inside when he was mentioned.

The kids had all been pretty happy he'd accepted the gift, all cheering after him and affirming that they'd try to get the party together around dinner.

Out in the halls would be the child who had left, perhaps still younger than Mikhails first guess, a blonde shaggy-haired kid in a green cap, and he would still be in the process of storming down the halls, the faint sound of sobbing and sniffling as Mikhail drew nearer.

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@Letter Bee

The children would seem excited, the younger ones more than eager to grant their savior, a few of the oldest ones still sitting on their bunks. A young one, ten or twelve, would stand against the wall with a cap leaned slightly over his face.

One of the boys, a thirteen year old or so, would separate the young ones and give his hand for Mikhail to shake. "Hey there, I can't believe you've done all this- we're all really thankful."

The boy against the wall would scoff and pass by them, almost shoving and muttering something like 'speak for yourselves', under his breath, and storming quickly into the hall.

The lead boy would shake his head and turn back to Mikhail, "most of us are pretty grateful anyway. I almost got turned into one of those freak cultists, indoctrinated or whatever. Its pretty weird to see them around but- they're different. That knight dude says that they were brainwashed, and it wasn't their fault. I don't really get it- but I guess as long as those creepy doctors aren't around," he would shudder, "at least the cultists only showed up in the last few days." He would try to clear the thoughts, almost holding himself. Some of the other kids would look down before he would continue, "so we decided that with a bit of help- we could throw a party! Here's the first thing-" the kids would scramble a bit before bringing out a box and handing it to you, "it's a gift- from all of us! It's kinda all we could get," he would rub his nose and all the children would look at you expectantly.

Inside the small, white box, would be a large, clear, blue crystal, on a long string. It looks somewhat like one of the Cultists crystals, mounted in a small piece of the strange looking machine.

"It's a symbol." He would say with a more serious tone, "we found it near the Pit, and more in one of the stockrooms. We don't know what they did but this ones different, like the one the big guy with the twisted face had. We all touched it and it started to glow. Now it's got weird letters in it. We figured you could use it, or wear it, or put it on that sword you had." He would shrug, "you might need it." The children would look happily up at Mikhail, even the older ones on their bunks staring up at him, all save for the child who ran out.

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Sarah

@Letter Bee
Gender: F
Name: Sarah O'Connors
Nickname: None
Date of birth: 16, March 7th
General Appearance: a thin, attractive young woman, with a sharp jaw and a slight tan. She always seems like something troubles her.
Height: 5'4
Weight: 128 lbs.
Clothing Style: Blouses, tees, and slacks or jeans. Doesn't like shorts or skirts. Wears Nikes and sneaks.
Hair Style: shoulder length Bob-cut. A lighter auburn color, either parts near the middle or wears a ponytail.
Eye Color: green
Weapons/Artifact: teaser gun and cattle prod
Accessories: A necklace and hair scrunchy, sometimes found around her wrist, whenever in duress the archaic scarring from the tortures she endured begin showing on her skin, turning more fresh and red with her emotions
Emotion most guided by: Despair
Skills: a decent lockpick and average athlete, wields and enjoys using blunt weapons. Is also a good piano player and knows French.
Goals and Motivations: Saved by the young champion of hope, Mikhail, she wants to help him and the other children she was imprisoned and then saved with. If anything, she wants to make the world better, but everything going back to normal would be good enough to her.
Morality: A good person who tries not to get in others ways or betray the law, unless it served the greater good. Would try not to harm others and to help when she can.
Additional Information: Used to be the daughter of a mechanic who dissapeared under mysterious circumstances. Cultists captured her in the middle of the night and she thought at one point she was dead or worse. Hides her true feelings as much as she can.

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@Letter Bee

I'll probably make a small sheet for Sarah and a couple other npcs soon. Hope you don't mind a bit of dialogue and some training rps. Mission I'm trying to get down after though.

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Siegfried would stop at the door to look back at his protege, "It is not our choice when we meet them, or where. Nor does such a decision belong to them. Much could happen between here and then. They may not even be awakened yet, they may require some act- some mortal who's heart is filled with their meaning." He would contemplate again, a being or man who was very considerate of his words.

"The machine here had not yet been activated by the cultists. It is likely they sensed, upon your sacrifice, that something had gone wrong. Otherwise with the rise of their true master they would have resurrected it and instated the at her, making them that much more powerful for their realm being instated here. Much as an arm seized from the enemy, it is our last resort. If it is needed, we will activate it in my name, and it will aid us. Mikhail- there is something you need to understand. I am not of this world. Nothing that will come to be in these few nearly days will be meant to exist in your realm. It must be abolished. The worlds must remain separate. In the end, I will leave you. But do not worry here. What must come to pass, will. Prepare yourself." He would look like he was about to add something, but would give a reassuring smile and a nod, and pass into the compound. However, hope would always be a thought away.

Sarah would smile at you and hold your hand for moment before getting up, "I should get changed," she would say ruffling her hair, looking at the shower. "I'll use the washes down the hall. Whatryu going to do? I know a few of the other kids who helped in the escape, and I think someone even mentioned one of the guards or a cultist who's still really helping out. But I uh, I'll see you in a bit?" She would head out and down the hall after Mikhail spoke with her.

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@Letter Bee

"Very good Mik-I-el!" Siegfried would say with apparent pride in his squire, "you are a quick one. Targets, I am not so certain of yet. There are gang leaders, corporate heads, and much more in this city of- Serendipity. We can take them out, one by one, undermine them or defeat them and have their stocks added to ours. For provisions- there are still things to accrue, deals to be made, people you should meet. Trust them or not is your choice." He would think for a moment, choosing his next words with tact.

"There are many of us, the Catalysts of the Heart. As many as there are human emotions. There are courage and bravery, my brothers, love, happiness, some are even ideals- guile, self-righteousness, justice. Some will help you. Some may not. It is dependant on your actions, and if you can form bonds of trust with their champions and themselves. Some will never turn to help you- hate, fear, sadness, some are greater than others- ideals such as Cataclysm or totalities like Despair. These you must beware. They could easily be your downfall."

"There is something we can do- and it almost assures facing some of these forces. At This moment we stand on a gathering point, a Marker, a place where ley lines meet. Think of them as the magical veins of the earth. There are many throughout the city, a network, tied to these machines, to people, objects- focuses of great emotional energy that summons up the wild atheriel magic. There are ways to detect them. Find them out. If we can destroy some, rework others, create a different focus for them, we can find a way to banish the ather and all of the catalysts. It will be difficult but we can accomplish this. For a few days if you wish you should likely go about the compound. There are people to meet here that you may wish to know before they charge at your side. I will come up with a plan and then we will move into the city. I will go about procuring another base. You can also train with me and others. Hone your skills. Battle comes soon." He would pat your shoulder and stand, moving out of the room and about his business.

Sarah would slowly get up and come over to the couch, coming around to sit as she spoke "I... I don't know what to think about here Mike. I just- what he said is a lot to take in. Ether beings and lay points. Fights. This is a lot of big stuff." She would take a big breath before looking at you, weighted with worry, "are you sure you can handle all this?"